The cloud as white as it is,
still have dark patches
The shadow before and after us,
never look exactly as we beings
if sorrow tarry a night,
joy cometh in the morning.
Amidst plenty you languish in nought
though prayerful and hopeful
yet bountiful never hug you
though you are despise and mock,
but be of good courage
joy cometh in the morning.
If our hopes rely on the world,
we are the most wretched.
if we lost our faith,
we are the most stupid.
if sorrow tarry a night,
joy cometh in the morning.
Never relent, never backslide
joy nomethin the morning.
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