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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!