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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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