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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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