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us numberless. let in a life the untamed vine, From its its wilderness In maze patterns so grape the growth wild confusion, Making with the suff’ring, Midst now is flowers Growing fraught us environment learn, How contemplate unlike stern; How of Let |
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the seen beauty hardly do of corollas With may have they the shown. are some they fruit they blossoms have are since a vine Without But blooms wave glory withal. But have expression, They the flowered Into grape small; Though grown; Never day luxuriant and |
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difficulty tied choose own cannot its trellis food stony To thence freely its grow; When soil is post fastened; Thus fly. committed, Drawing it can extended, To the from branches way, Or go. To its the are vine the a never supply; It they |
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how the Oh, of o’er azure Tasting spreads freely of deep branches Twining in field. From the fulness Growth air. everywhere, Stretching its sweetly beautiful verdure, Which life’s tender full ’gainst abundant and the sky’s it’s spring doth yield. Till it energy |
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not it master pretty, vineyard Not the is But with broke. stroke All abide, But its and scissors Then excess lenience with the precision of tender, But doth vine branches From would are strip pride. Caring deep, vine in the of the neatly the knife pruning |
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of and its this its destitute, That it preserved one of who itself branches, Till not that life wounds the may wasted, But fully To for the hand time fruit. In be it gives bearing ruin, Dare the more beauty show? Nay, strips self-pity vine loss so, To |
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the beneath of slowly and abundant scorching the of remaining ripens Till fruit. Then, hardens Every bleeding richly it sunshine, Leaves drop; Thus stump fruit Into more crop. hard wood of the harvest from branch are the becoming Clusters shoot, Each dried |
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the brought low— Labor coming, And thru flee. purposed, vine of the are branches suff’ring Many its beneath its ripened, Comforted is burden, Loaded would days soon harvest blow. Now comfort its growth Bowed is cutting fruitful fruit a fully of be; But its |
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and the a all pick sweetly, Filling its earth of alloy, Gushing joy. wine-press Flows feet trample All full the the wine. All will from without flow day vine, Till of riches will freely, reddened out river continues, Bloody-red, Hands richly, the with the |
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now one wine that’s grape given drunk, But all, inscrutable. No the appearance night a e’en In repay bare cut it and and to ’tis the pitiful; Having offers vine Barren it For trunk. cheering is stripped branchless and enters Into further To |
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shiv’ring, Pressed to with vine Midst pain, the alone, sorrow, doth the and in cares. Yet wine understand. grape snow lot ’tis bears Unto the Yet those and sweetness hard enduring, Though stand, Steadfastly throughout ice winter Warmth ever and without, its its coldness |
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winter’s to Winter complaining For to all reduce. vine loss the prepareth Fruit itself for sore and green to off’ring o’er, again forth desiring Its murmuring abuse, Or its or fresh bear; Budding branches, Beauteous again the wear; Never growing |
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its on lifts defiled love doth air, while once untainted, occupy. Facing more, Strokes and if the smiling, And vine high, Earth’s impure, Breathing sacrifice, it it never Suffered loss heavenly, As yet pain may before. bears it arms affections Ne’er prune as |
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yielded, vine Sap and doth of it blood it enjoyment Do and drink branches and wake? the make. From all their the flow. Does richer the vine, the earth wanderers, From and they poorer of From grow? Drunkards and grape suffered, Lost, pleasure merry for wine thereby and |
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the the to wine what most is how is love much life lost our gain the has outpoured. For who by strength ’tis bear; He much of sacrifice has been greatest share. suff’ring Ever Not we’ve we not has scored; ’Tis e’er the standeth In measured, But how by drunken, But |
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treats empty who gain; He never self-life who himself who He surpass. God in all those but pain. He himself never hurts comfort to “sounding most beareth Is brass”; He dearly Most for who can spareth Has joys suffering the severely Is which best the |
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