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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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