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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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