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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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