Tho’ clouds arise, in fairest skies, And sunlight glories steal away; Tho’ snow-flakes fall, on roof and wall, Till all the world is chill and gray; Yet why complain? The earth shall gain An added glory from on high, For rain and snow that fall below Will bring more sunshine by and by. Tho’ doubts we find, within the mind, And hope and pleasure steal away; Tho’ trials fall, to one and all, Till life itself looks cold and gray; Yet why despair? God has a care, And He will comfort while we sigh, For griefs and tears, within the years, Will bring more blessings by and by.
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