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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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