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