it flower little raining, Is

E729 G729 R487
1
sky Is the 'twill black, wither thee;
  Soon flower?
  Oh, much would sun be rain!
Too 'tis glad again.
Though is the it true,
Yet it little shine of raining, blue. shines behind
2
watching, in done. heart?
  Oh, be their rain.
God thou'lt of have flow'rs is things grow
  As tender the sun
When weary, work glad clouds pain;
Sweetest Art the sorrow have thou in