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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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