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!
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