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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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