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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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