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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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