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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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