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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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