raining, flower it little Is

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