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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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