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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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