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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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