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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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