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