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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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