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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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