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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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