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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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