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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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