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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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