Page:Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë, 1846).djvu/91

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LIFE.

While all the good I would impart,
The feelings I would share,
Are driven backward to my heart,
And turned to wormwood, there;


If clouds must ever keep from sight
The glories of the Sun,
And I must suffer Winter's blight,
Ere Summer is begun;


If Life must be so full of care,
Then call me soon to Thee;
Or give me strength enough to bear
My load of misery.

Acton.



LIFE.

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?