The sun is gone down

And the moon’s in the sky

But the sun will come up

And the moon be laid by.

The flower is asleep.

But it is not dead,

When the morning shines

It will lift its head.

When winter comes

It will die! No, no,

It will only hide

From the frost and snow.

Sure is the summer,

Sure is the sun;

The night and the winter

Away they run.

– George McDonald

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