psalm of life ...........

"Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream.'
The soul is dead that slumbers
And things are not what they seem
Life is real, life is earnest the grave is not its goal
Dust thou art to dust returnest
Was not spoken of the soul
Not enjoyment nor sorrow
Is our destined end or way
but to act that each tomorrow finds us further than today
Art is long time is fleeting and our hearts though stout and brave
Still like muffled drum 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 however pleasant!
Let the dead past bury its dead
Act - act in the living present
Heart within and god overhead
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our hearts 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 shipwrecked brother
Seeing shall take heart again
Let us now be
Up and doing
With a heart for any fate
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labour and to wait!



© KOYEL......