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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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