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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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