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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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