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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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