Psalm of Life ~ Longfellow

Psalm of Life

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.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow”


Today’s Quote on Dreams

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

Harriet Tubman

Today’s Quote on Never Giving Up

There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may hide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light.

William C. Bryant

“Peace” Poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins


WHEN will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
When, when, Peacè, will you, Peace? I’ll not play
To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but
That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace
Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?
O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu
Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite,
That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house
He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,
He comes to brood and sit.

Excerpt From
Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins / Now First Published
Gerard Manley Hopkins

Living A Meaningful Life

This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men … re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.

Walt Whitman

Today’s Quote on Trust and Patience

Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All things are passing away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things
Whoever has God lacks nothing;
God alone suffices.

—St. Teresa of Avila

Patience – A Poem by Tagore

Patience by Rabindranath Tagore

If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and endure it. 
I will keep still and wait like the night with starry vigil 
and its head bent low with patience. 

The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, 
and thy voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky. 

Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my birds’ nests, 
and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all my forest groves.