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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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