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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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