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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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