THERE'S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:
There's such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs'd,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.
We'll not let its follies grieve us,
We'll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.
When we've left each friend and brother,
When we're parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.
Every glorious sight above us,
Every pleasant sight beneath,
We'll connect with those that love us,
Whom we truly love till death !
In the evening, when we're sitting
By the fire perchance alone,
Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,
Give responsive tone for tone.
We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.
So there's no use in weeping,
Bear a cheerful spirit still;
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill !
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This poem inspires its reader to stay positive and to persevere.
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why she wrote this
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does anyone know anything about this poem, what its about or why it was written? I am thinking of reading it at my grandmothers funeral and would like to know a bit about it. -
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It is hard to be sure of the final act that forged this poem but Charlotte's life was beset with tragedy including the death of a mother and aunt in quick succesion and the loss of sisters and in 1848 her darling brother Branwell and sister Emily.
It is a most suitable poem for a bereavement with its acknowledgement of the pain of parting and the message of hope for better things to come.
"Bear a cheerful spirit still;
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill ! "
Jim
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