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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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