Life

Life, belief, 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 dead 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 strong to bear us well.

Manfully, fearlessly, 

The day of trial bear,

For gloriously, victoriously,

Can courage quell despair!