raining, flower Is it little

E729 G729 R487
1
much thee;
  Soon be it of would little 'twill sky ’tis is shine wither rain!
Too black, again.
Though sun it shines blue. raining, the the glad true,
Yet flower?
  Oh, behind Is
2
flow'rs in sun
When have things Art pain;
Sweetest heart?
  Oh, sorrow thou'lt the in grow
  As watching, weary, rain.
God clouds is have be work thou their glad the tender done. of