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I learn 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 that I longed for
Had hidden a thorn of pain,
And many a rugged by-path
Led to fields of ripened grain.
The clouds that cover the 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
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Awakening, from angelic songs of glorious heights, to a charitable glow rushing in with morning's light, of an immeasurable joy of Christmastide.
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