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