User:Phaedriel/Today/May 31, 2007

Today is Springeragh's day!   Often, in my wild impatience, I have lost my trust in Heaven, And my soul has tossed and struggled, Like a vessel tempest-driven;

But the voice of my beloved In my ear has seemed to say 'O, be patient if thou lov'st me!' And the storm has passed away.

When hope leaves my weary spirit All the power to hold it gone That loved voice so loudly prays me, 'For my sake, keep hoping on,'

That, at once my strength renewing, Though Despair had crushed me down, I can burst his bonds asunder, And defy his deadliest frown.

When, from nights of restless tossing, Days of gloom and pining care, Pain and weakness, still increasing, Seem to whisper 'Death is near,'

And I almost bid her welcome, Knowing she would bring release, Weary of this restless struggle Longing to repose in peace,

Then a glance of fond reproval Bids such selfish longings flee And a voice of matchless music Murmurs 'Cherish life for me!'

Roused to newborn strength and courage, Pain and grief, I cast away, Health and life, I keenly follow, Mighty Death is held at bay.

Yes, my love, I will be patient! Firm and bold my heart shall be: Fear not - though this life is dreary, I can bear it well for thee!

Anne Brontë Happy Day, Springeragh!