[this is perhaps one of my favorite poems. I sort of rediscovered it lately. Emily made me a box covered with a world map pieced carefully over it and wrote a portion of the poem (the part about HOPE) over the front of the box that happens to be covered with Africa. i want so badly to go, but i am here now and that is enough. its been a precious day, actually. its been so exciting to see all my girls and hear about their breaks. Amy said i seem like i'm surrounded in warm fuzzies. I feel like i'm in love. this place is becoming a home of sorts. i like it. here's the poem.]
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!
[lastly, i would like to thank Billy Creech for introducing me to this poem over three years ago. its come to mean a lot. :)]
