Charlotte Brontë and Life
Born in 1816 in Thornton, England she was a novelist, poet and the eldest of the three sisters. Although she unfortunately experienced the early deaths of her siblings she survived into adulthood and her novels became classics of English literature including of course Jane Eyre.
So why did I chose this one, well I’ve been through some rough times just like Brontë and so many others of you out there. Lately though, I’ve been quite well. ‘Things’ have been okay, with a little holistic persuasion and I hope this has been seen in some of my posts lately. I’m actually content with life at the moment.
“Okay who are you and what have you done with the Mush!” I hear you shout.
Don’t worry, I’m still the grumpy so-and-so you’ve all come to know and love but for now though I’m quite… Happy!
So for your enjoyment from a Happy Chappy:
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!