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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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