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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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