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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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