LIFE, believe, is not a dream br So dark as sages say; br Oft a little morning rain br Foretells a pleasant day. br Sometimes there are clouds of gloom, br But these are transient all; br If the shower will make the roses bloom, br O why lament its fall ? br br Rapidly, merrily, br Life's sunny hours flit by, br Gratefully, cheerily, br Enjoy them as they fly ! br br What though Death at times steps in br And calls our Best away ? br What though sorrow seems to win, br O'er hope, a heavy sway ? br Yet hope again elastic springs, br Unconquered, though she fell; br Still buoyant are her golden wings, br Still strong to bear us well.