(1957 / Savannah, Georgia, United States)

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 !

by Charlotte Brontë

Comments (2)

Just amazed at the beauty of this poem and wondered how a poem like this can remain out of sight of viewers(re-viewers) ? What love can do to a worried heart who has lost close friends to wars? Amazing power of love to dispel gloom from your heart and bring back beauty to your courtyard ! ! To quote from this great poem- - 'What can know of the illuminated fields So golden with heaven in your heart's sacred lands How can bullets hope to penetrate the armor Of your soul's endless capacity for love?
Aberjhani! Beautiful poem....!