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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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