Posted by: wordofthevine | April 11, 2014

A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Maybe you read th194is and wondered why I would include it in a blog post.? It is because that God can speak to our hearts from any good and beautiful created good. I found this poem because my husband, an engineer, is developing his shadow side. He spied this book of poetry on the shelf  behind us in the quiet nook and cranny of a local coffee shop where we were eating. He opened the book and began reading out loud this “Psalm of Life” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

This poem chides us to keep pushing into the “winds of life” to find God sustaining us. Longfellow asks us to become heroic in pursuing life in the depths.

What is truly remarkable, is that Longfellow wrote this beautiful poem from his own reflections following the death of his wife from complications of a miscarriage. He wrote it, it seems as a way to find his wife still with him in the providence and love of God, the true cement of his life.

We want to leave behind us “Footprints on the sands of time!” ~ Mary



    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.

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