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