Anne Bronte wrote 20-05-1845 her poem "If this be all".

God! if this indeed by all

That Life can show to me;

If on my aching brow may fall

No freshening dew from Thee,--

If with no brighter light than this

The lamp of hope may glow,

And I may only dream of bliss,

And wake to weary woe;

If friendships's solace must decay,

When other joys are gone,

And love must keep so far away,

While I go wandering on,--

Wandering and toiling without gain,

The slave of others' will,

With constant care, and frequent pain,

Despised, forgotten still;

Grieving to look on vice and sin,

Yet powerless to quell

The silent current from within,

The outward torrent's swell:

While all the good I would impart,

The feelings I would share,

Are driven backward to my heart,

And turned to wormwood, there;

If clouds must ever keep from sight

The glories of the Sun,

And I must suffer Winter's blight,

Ere Summer is begun;

If Life must be so full of care,

Then call me soon to Thee;

Or give me strength enough to bear

My load of misery.

bronte-anne.