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!