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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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