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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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