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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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