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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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