OUTPACE Uncategorized A Psalm of Life BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW icse English

A Psalm of Life BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW icse English

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 battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like 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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