Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the PsalmistHenry Wadsworth Longfellow 18071882
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow55 A Psalm of Life
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Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,—act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o’erhead! We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.