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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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