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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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