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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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