Life

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 !

By

Charlotte Brontë