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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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