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Day 68
A Psalm of Life Henry Wadsworth 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. 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 and our 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
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