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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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