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