 LIFE, by Charlotte Bronte, read for LibriVox.org by Andrea Fiore. LIFE-BELIEVE is not a dream, so dark as sages say. Off to 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? Early merrily, life's sunny hours flip by. Gratefully cheerly, enjoy them as they fly. What though death at time steps in and calls our best away? What though sorrow seems to win, oh, our 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. Unfully, fearlessly, the day of trial bear, for gloriously, victoriously, can courage quell despair. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. LIFE, by Charlotte Bronte, read for LibriVox.org by Carol Stripling. 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 flip by. Gratefully cheerly, enjoy them as they fly. What though death at time steps in and calls our best away? What though sorrow seems to win, oh, 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. LIFE, by Charlotte Bronte, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. In Brampton, Ontario, March 2009. 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 flip by. Gratefully, cheerly, enjoy them as they fly. What though death at times steps in and calls our best away? What though sorrows seem to win, oh, 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. LIFE, by Charlotte Bronte, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. by Donna Stewart, Seattle, Washington. 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, cheerly, enjoy them as they fly. What though death at times steps in and calls our best away? What though sorrow seems to win, oh, 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Life by Charlotte Bronte, redforlibrivox.org by Shaleef and Wallacham. 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, oh, 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Life by Charlotte Bronte, redforlibrivox.org by Karen Keeney. 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 or 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Life by Charlotte Bronte, redforlibrivox.org by Lucy Perry. 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 over 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Life by Charlotte Bronte, redforlibrivox.org by Mark Smith. 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 over 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Life by Charlotte Bronte, redforlibrivox.org by Ravan Notation. 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 over hope a heavy sway? Yet hope again elastic springs unconquered though she fell. Still buoyant are her golden wings, still strong to bear as well. Manfully, fearlessly, the day of trial bear, for gloriously, victoriously, can courage quell despair. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Life by Charlotte Bronte, redforlibrivox.org by Secrets. 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 over hope a heavy sway? Yet hope again elastic springs unconquered though she fell. Still buoyant are her golden wings, still strong to bear as well. Manfully, fearlessly, the day of trial bear, for gloriously, victoriously, can courage quell despair. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Life by Charlotte Bronte, redforlibrivox.org by Victoria Horseman. 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 over hope a heavy sway? Yet hope again elastic springs unconquered though she fell. Still buoyant are her golden wings, still strong to bear as well. Manfully, fearlessly, the day of trial bear, for gloriously, victoriously, can courage quell despair. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.