Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but a 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 are, to dust thou 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 farther than today.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Life's Purpose
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