Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, Longfellow. A PSALM OF LIFE. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, For the soul is dead that slumbers, 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, 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, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! 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, Let us, then, be up and doing, Longfellow. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, "Shall I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain ! Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where He was once a child. They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear." And the mother gave, in tears and pain, Oh! not in cruelty, not in wrath, 'Twas an angel visited the green earth, And took the flowers away. Longfellow. THE BRIDGE. I stood on the bridge at midnight, I saw her bright reflection And far in the hazy distance Among the long, black rafters The wavering shadows lay, And the current that came from the ocean, Seemed to lift and bear them away; As, sweeping and eddying through them, And, streaming into the moonlight, And like those waters rushing How often-0, how often, In the days that had gone by, How often-O, how often, I had wished that the ebbing tide Would bear me away on its bosom, O'er the ocean wild and wide! |