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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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