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!