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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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