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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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