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