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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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