A PSALM OF LIFA
'Life that shall send A challenge to its end, And when it comes, say, 'Welcome, friend.''
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMISTI
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.
II
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.
III
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destin'd end or way;But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
IV
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.
V
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!
VI
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!Act—act in the glorious Present!
Heart within, and God o'er head!
VII
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,And, departing, leave behind us
Footsteps on the sands of time.
VIII
Footsteps, that, perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,A forlorn and shipwreck'd brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
IX
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
story
Black clothes
Mrs Robinson was a teacher in a big school in a city in America. she had boys and
girls in her class, and she always enjoyed teaching them, because they were quick,
and because they thought about everything carefully. One day she said to the
children, " people in a lot of countries in Asia were white clothes when they're
happy . What color does a woman wear in this country when she marries, Mary?"
Mary said, " White ,Miss, because she's happy."
"That's good,Mary, "Mrs Robinson said. "You're quite right. She wears white
because she's happy."
But then one of the boys in the class put his hand up.
"Yes, Dick! "Mrs Robinson said." Do you want to ask something? "
"Yes,please,Miss," Dick said. "Why do men wear black in this country when they
marry, Miss?
Mrs Robinson was a teacher in a big school in a city in America. she had boys and
girls in her class, and she always enjoyed teaching them, because they were quick,
and because they thought about everything carefully. One day she said to the
children, " people in a lot of countries in Asia were white clothes when they're
happy . What color does a woman wear in this country when she marries, Mary?"
Mary said, " White ,Miss, because she's happy."
"That's good,Mary, "Mrs Robinson said. "You're quite right. She wears white
because she's happy."
But then one of the boys in the class put his hand up.
"Yes, Dick! "Mrs Robinson said." Do you want to ask something? "
"Yes,please,Miss," Dick said. "Why do men wear black in this country when they
marry, Miss?
poem
Mother to Son
Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor—Bare.But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on,And reachin' landin's,And turnin' corners,And sometimes goin' in the darkWhere there ain't been no light.So, boy, don't you turn back.Don't you set down on the steps.'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.Don't you fall now—For I'se still goin', honey,I'se still climbin',And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
Well, son, I'll tell you:Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.It's had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor—Bare.But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on,And reachin' landin's,And turnin' corners,And sometimes goin' in the darkWhere there ain't been no light.So, boy, don't you turn back.Don't you set down on the steps.'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.Don't you fall now—For I'se still goin', honey,I'se still climbin',And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
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