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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 !

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They say you can learn a lot about someone by examining their trash, but I've never wanted to know that much. Your poem brilliantly reduces our existence to that which can fit into a garbage can. You have an excellent writing style, and it fits this poem particularly well. You chose not to embellish your poem with unnecessary details- less garbage to drag to the curb. Well done. I think the Manions would be very happy to learn that someone noticed their passing.