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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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