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