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Life's Lesson
I
learned as the years roll onward
And I leave the past behind,
That much I had counted sorrow
But proves that God is kind;
That many a flower I'd longed for
Had hidden a thorn of pain,
And many a rugged by-path
Led to a field of ripened grain.
The
clouds that cover sunshine,
They cannot banish the sun,
And the earth shines out the brighter
When the weary rain is done.
We must stand in the deepest shadow
To see the clearest light;
And often through Wrong's own darkness
Comes the very strength of Right.
The
sweetest rest is at even',
After a wearisome day,
When the heavy burden of labor
Has been borne from our hearts away;
And those who have never known sorrow
Cannot know the infinite peace
That falls on a troubled spirit
When it sees at last release.
We
must live through the dreary Winter
If we would value the Spring;
And the woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sings.
The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the sweetest, warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.
--- Author Unknown
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