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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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