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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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