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 !