Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By CHAR­LOTTE BRONTE

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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