write the poem life by charlotte bronte out in a prose
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LIFE
Life,believe,is not a dream,
So dark as sages say,
oft a little morning rain,
foretell a pleasant day,
sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
but these are transient all,
if the shower will make the roses bloom
why lament its fall?
rapidly,merily,
life's sunny hours flit by,
gratefully,cherrily,
enjoy them as they fly,
what though death at times step in
and calls out best away?
what though sorrow seems to win
o'er hope , a heavy sway?
yet hope again elastic springs,
unconquered, though she fall,
still buoyant are her golden wings,
still strong to bear us well,
manfully,fearlessly,
the day of trial bear,
for glouriouly,victouriusly,
can courage qwell despair!
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