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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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