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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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