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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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