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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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