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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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