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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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