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 !

Charlotte Brontë

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