  Earth is not filled with sunshine bright— The rain-drops sometimes fall; And buds that might have seen the light May blight at tempest’s call. Life is not filled with sunshine bright— The tear-drops sometimes fall; And hopes that might have seen the light May blight at sorrow’s call. But God, who sends the rain and tears And knows what things are best, Will also send the faith that cheers And guides us to our rest. |
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