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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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