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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Nice thoughts
hope again elastic springs, yes miss bronte hopes never die as long as we are living, beautiful poem you have written -
Life
We have had rain & the roses are really blooming.
Death does seem to always take the best away.We have all
been dismayed by the
Grim Reaper taking our loved ones.Wonderful read Aries -
beauty full of hope
She along with her sisters( Bronte Sisters, Emily, anne) saw many a difficult times yet her words and thoughts are full of hope.
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