Charlotte Brontë was the eldest of the three Brontë sisters and the author of the novel Jane Eyre. The three sisters Charlotte, Emily and Anne self-financed and published a collection of poems under their pseudonyms Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell. Below is one poem included in that collection.
(The whole collection is available on Project Gutenberg here.)
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 ?
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
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.
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !