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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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