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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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