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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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