Consider the Lilies

Clouds have closed o'er sombre skyTimes full many I trow,And the darker the cloud the richer the storeof rains that have fallen below;But I never knew the smallest treeOr the humblest flower complain,While the buds all silently, strangely grew,Waiting, no hour in vain:Till the sun shone out some blessed morn,And then were the wonderful blossoms born.

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