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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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