Life - A Poem by Charlotte Bronte

I came across this poem of my favorite author, and I have loved it since. And then I stumbled upon a recording of it in YouTube, which I also included in this post.

photo by Charlene N.K.

Life, I 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 !