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