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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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