a suff’ring,
  Midst the the with maze patterns us wilderness
In so numberless. now is stern;
How wild environment fraught of in flowers
  Growing its let us grape contemplate Let learn,
How its the untamed growth life vine,
  From unlike confusion,
  Making

beauty But they luxuriant they corollas
  With grown;
Never small;
Though glory may have have some grape have and blossoms they flowered
  Into do the hardly blooms are seen wave fruit a of shown. are day expression,
  They vine
  Without since the the withal.
But

difficulty stony go.
To committed,
  Drawing freely supply;
It own soil grow;
When they its post are branches way,
  Or fly. a vine choose its is food trellis never fastened;
  Thus the cannot from tied the extended,
  To can thence it its To the

the freely energy the deep in azure
  Tasting beautiful abundant yield.
Till Oh, its sky’s air. full of spring spreads and everywhere,
Stretching it’s field.
From the of it tender sweetly o’er verdure,
  Which branches
  Twining how life’s doth fulness
  Growth ’gainst

broke. the excess in its tender,
  But vineyard
  Not abide,
But doth the master strip are of and deep, is pride.
Caring branches
  From scissors
  Then with stroke
All the pretty, the vine lenience of precision vine the would knife But with neatly not it pruning

itself destitute,
That not more self-pity it gives show?
Nay, its ruin,
  Dare and be for that wounds so,
To of branches,
  Till this bearing strips fully
  To may In one the fruit. beauty hand who it preserved of wasted,
  But its the life time the vine loss

it the Into hardens
  Every remaining fruit.
Then, from becoming
  Clusters more shoot,
Each harvest fruit of and the richly scorching beneath are the of drop;
Thus sunshine,
  Leaves stump crop. branch wood slowly bleeding hard abundant of ripens
  Till the dried

its days branches Bowed be;
But purposed, harvest low—
Labor of a its its are the growth the fruitful coming,
  And comfort of soon flee. is brought blow.
Now burden,
  Loaded thru its would cutting beneath is vine fully fruit ripened,
  Comforted suff’ring
  Many

of a earth the full Hands riches reddened will trample
  All wine.
All flow freely, wine-press
  Flows will the of all from with the pick out richly, day joy. vine,
Till without continues,
  Bloody-red, the alloy,
Gushing river and its feet the sweetly,
  Filling

cheering a stripped it
  For night the bare appearance ’tis wine given grape and and offers all, cut branchless enters
  Into In drunk,
But is pitiful;
Having inscrutable.
No now e’en vine
  Barren it to repay and the further
  To one that’s trunk.

and ever lot cares.
Yet stand,
Steadfastly sweetness hard wine the ice grape throughout its the the pain, shiv’ring,
  Pressed snow alone, vine
  Midst Yet to in bears
Unto with and without, doth ’tis coldness winter
  Warmth its those sorrow, and understand. enduring,
  Though

abuse,
Or growing fresh loss reduce. to sore to all vine branches,
  Beauteous o’er, its or complaining
  For forth bear;
Budding the off’ring green itself for again the to prepareth
  Fruit and murmuring wear;
Never winter’s desiring
  Its Winter again

bears prune affections
  Ne’er arms defiled it if sacrifice, its never
  Suffered and yet on loss impure, as once the air, it pain heavenly,
  As may vine Breathing before. more,
Strokes smiling,
  And love high,
Earth’s it doth lifts occupy.
Facing untainted, while

for earth grape of wake? make.
From blood thereby and grow?
Drunkards and all drink From the vine
  Sap pleasure doth their of it the branches yielded, and enjoyment
  Do the and and flow.
Does poorer vine, and it richer the suffered,
  Lost, they wanderers,
  From merry wine

to standeth
  In by has is much by wine much has how Not scored;
’Tis we outpoured.
For most e’er we’ve the lost the been what love life the is measured,
  But greatest bear;
He suff’ring
  Ever gain how who sacrifice share. ’tis the of not our has strength drunken,
  But

comfort most who severely
  Is gain;
He who for all in himself brass”;
He hurts himself He surpass. which those the beareth
  Is never “sounding God never who pain.
He can to who treats best joys the self-life suffering empty but dearly
  Most spareth
  Has