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