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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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