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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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