{"id":7,"date":"2008-04-02T11:07:23","date_gmt":"2008-04-02T11:07:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.apostrophicseasons.com\/journal\/?p=7"},"modified":"2008-04-02T11:07:23","modified_gmt":"2008-04-02T11:07:23","slug":"a-psalm-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pradeepshankar.net\/journal\/2008\/04\/02\/a-psalm-of-life\/","title":{"rendered":"a psalm of life . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

<\/span>Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
\n Life is but an empty dream !
\n For the soul is dead that slumbers,
\n And things are not what they seem.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>Life is real ! Life is earnest!
\n And the grave is not its goal ;
\n Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
\n Was not spoken of the soul.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
\n Is our destined end or way ;
\n But to act, that each to-morrow
\n Find us farther than to-day.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
\n And our hearts, though stout and brave,
\n Still, like muffled drums, are beating
\n Funeral marches to the grave.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>In the world’s broad field of battle,
\n In the bivouac of Life,
\n Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
\n Be a hero in the strife !<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant !
\n Let the dead Past bury its dead !
\n Act, act in the living Present !
\n Heart within, and God o’erhead !<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>Lives of great men all remind us
\n We can make our lives sublime,
\n And, departing, leave behind us
\n Footprints on the sands of time ;<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>Footprints, that perhaps another,
\n Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
\n A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
\n Seeing, shall take heart again.<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/span>Let us, then, be up and doing,
\n With a heart for any fate ;
\n Still achieving, still pursuing,
\n Learn to labor and to wait. <\/span><\/p>\n

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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