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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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