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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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