Hawthorne11 Posted January 9, 2023 Share Posted January 9, 2023 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 tomorrow find us further than today. 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 biviouc of life, be not like dumb, driven cattle, be a hero in the strife. Trust no future, howe're pleasnt, act, -act in the living present, Heart within and God overhead. 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, seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate, still acheiving, still pursuing, Learn to labour, and to wait. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life MultiQuote Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Digital Mentor Luie Posted January 9, 2023 Digital Mentor Share Posted January 9, 2023 4 hours ago, AceOfSpades said: 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 tomorrow find us further than today. 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 biviouc of life, be not like dumb, driven cattle, be a hero in the strife. Trust no future, howe're pleasnt, act, -act in the living present, Heart within and God overhead. 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, seeing, shall take heart again. Let us then be up and doing, with a heart for any fate, still acheiving, still pursuing, Learn to labour, and to wait. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, A Psalm of Life Heyy @AceOfSpades, I am Luie, one of the support mentors with Ditch the Label. I see that you're new to our platform, so wanted to say welcome! We're glad to have you join our community The poetry sounds beautiful. Thanks for sharing it with us here. Do any feelings and thoughts come up when you recite this poem or even re-read it? MultiQuote Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hawthorne11 Posted January 10, 2023 Author Share Posted January 10, 2023 Well, it just kind of fits with the way I think. I love the first two stanzas, they are my favourite, and it honestly gives me motivation when I'm just having a bad day. It reminds me to live instead of space out all the time, and I love that. MultiQuote Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Digital Mentor Luie Posted January 10, 2023 Digital Mentor Share Posted January 10, 2023 17 hours ago, AceOfSpades said: Well, it just kind of fits with the way I think. I love the first two stanzas, they are my favourite, and it honestly gives me motivation when I'm just having a bad day. It reminds me to live instead of space out all the time, and I love that. Heyy @AceOfSpades, I agree, that's a beautiful reminder to live and be more present. MultiQuote Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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