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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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