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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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