The night is mother of the day,
The winter of the spring,
And ever upon old Decay,
The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who loveth all his works,
Has left his hopes will all.
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The night is mother of the day,
The winter of the spring,
And ever upon old Decay,
The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who loveth all his works,
Has left his hopes will all.
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