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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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