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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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