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