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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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