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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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