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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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