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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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