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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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