TNPSC English Study Material
PSALM OF LIFE-by HW Longfellow
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.
And things are not what they seem.
Life
is real! Life is earnest!
And
the grave is not its goal;
Dust
thou art, to dustretumest,
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 farther 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.
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, how'er
pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury
its dead!
Act-act in the living
presernt
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;
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 walk
Learn to labor and to walk
NOTE: Poem is taken from Tamil Nadu Text book.
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