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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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