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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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