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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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