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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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