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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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