Life's Lessons
We must live through the dreary winter
If we would value the spring;
And the woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sing.
From heaven the cold rain must descend,
Before majestic fountains of water  sparkle and gleam.
The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they can bud and bloom,
And the sweetest, warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.
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