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