A Psalm of Life

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A Psalm of Life

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers And things are not what they seem Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest Was not spoken of the soul Not enjoyment, and not sorrow Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day Art is long, and Time is fleeting And our hearts, though stout and brave Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave In the world's broad field of battlе In the bivouac of Life Be not likе dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,— act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another Sailing o'er life's solemn main A forlorn and shipwrecked brother Seeing, shall take heart again Let us, then, be up and doing With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait

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  • Henry Wadsworth Longfellow