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 !
Charlotte Bronte
I was in Ireland, late one moonless night,
The lady first appeared to immortal sight –
I let a feather float down through the air,
And rumors of my fame spread everywhere;
Come you lost atoms to your nucleus draw,
And be the Eternal Bonding that you saw:
Rays that have wander'd into Darkness wide
Return and back into your Sun subside
COMMENTS
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MasterMel2
04:31 Mar 15 2012
Well written