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WHY IS SORROW?
Why is sorrow? sunshine's made
Brighter still by cloud and shade;
So the cares that man annoy,
When their passing power is o'er,
Fairer make the face of joy,
Dearer than it was before;
Sorrows into pleasures fade;
Brightest sunshine's born of shade.
Brighter still by cloud and shade;
So the cares that man annoy,
When their passing power is o'er,
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Dearer than it was before;
Sorrows into pleasures fade;
Brightest sunshine's born of shade.
Why is trouble? darksome night,
Passing, adds to day's delight;
'Tis by absence of a good
That its perfect worth is shown;
Health's rich value's understood
Only when we've sickness known;
Pain, when past, makes pleasure here
Felt in full and doubly dear.
Passing, adds to day's delight;
'Tis by absence of a good
That its perfect worth is shown;
Health's rich value's understood
Only when we've sickness known;
Pain, when past, makes pleasure here
Felt in full and doubly dear.
Therefore, welcome strife and peace;
Calm is sweet when tempests cease;
Forth from Winter comes the Spring;
Of the snows are violets born;
Ice and hail, June's roses bring,
Frosts and mists, the golden corn;
Barest boughs will burst to leaves;
He shall laugh who deepest grieves.
Calm is sweet when tempests cease;
Forth from Winter comes the Spring;
Of the snows are violets born;
Ice and hail, June's roses bring,
Frosts and mists, the golden corn;
Barest boughs will burst to leaves;
He shall laugh who deepest grieves.
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