Life

Charlotte Bronte

Life, believe, is not a dream
  So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
  Foretells a pleasant day. 
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
  But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
  O why lament its fall ? 

    Rapidly, merrily,
  Life's sunny hours flit by,
    Gratefully, cheerily,
  Enjoy them as they fly ! 

What though Death at times steps in
  And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
  O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
  Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
  Still strong to bear us well.
    Manfully, fearlessly,
  The day of trial bear,
    For gloriously, victoriously,
  Can courage quell despair !

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