Morning Raincast

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 Oh, 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