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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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