little it flower Is raining,

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