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