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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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