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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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