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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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