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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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