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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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