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A psalm of life
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-by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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- What the Heart of the Young Man said to Psalmist
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I
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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
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Life is but an empty dream!
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For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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And things are not what they seem.
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II
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Life is real?life is earnest?
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And the grave is not its goal:
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Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
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Was not spoken of the soul.
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III
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Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
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Is our destin'd end or way;
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But to act, that each to-morrow
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Find us farther than to-day.
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IV
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Art is long, and time is fleeting,
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And our hearts, though stout and brave,
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Still, like muffled drums, are beating
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Funeral marches to the grave.
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V
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In the world's broad field of battle,
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In the bivouac of Life,
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Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
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Be a hero in the strife!
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VI
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Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
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Let the dead Past bury its dead!
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Act?act in the glorious Present!
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Heart within, and God o'er head!
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VII
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Lives of great men all remind us
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We can make our lives sublime,
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And, departing, leave behind us
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Footsteps on the sands of time.
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VIII
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Footsteps, that, perhaps another,
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Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
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A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother,
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Seeing, shall take heart again.
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IX
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Let us then be up and doing,
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With a heart for any fate;
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Still achieving, still pursuing,
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