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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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