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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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