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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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