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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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