Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

The Psalm Of Life


What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist
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.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Rookie Bachaspatimayum Jogesh Sharma (6/27/2011 11:40:00 PM)

    It is a very beautiful poem written by the great poet, H.W.Longfellow.
    The lines 'Trust no future however pleasant
    Let the death Past bury its death
    Act, -act in the living present
    Heart within and God overhead' teaches us to live and act in the present.It teaches us to think neither of the future nor the past but to act in the present for it is in the present time that we still have time to do something.The poem further teaches us to have faith in God and to do our duty by putting our heart and soul. (Report) Reply

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