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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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