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