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