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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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