“Is it raining little flower? Be glad of rain. Too much sun would wither one. It will shine again. The clouds are dark, it’s true, but just behind them shines like blue. Are you weary, tender heart? Be glad of pain. In sorrow, sweetest virtues grow. As flowers in rain. God watches, and you will have sun. When clouds, their perfect work have done.” Lucy Larcom 

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