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