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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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