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| 1966 Steve and me |
A Psalm of Life
BY HENRY WADSWORTH
LONGFELLOW 1836
What
The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
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!
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| 1976 Steve and me Auburn, CA Statue of Claude Chana, French 1849 gold miner in the famous California gold rush |
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| 2007 employment ID photo Steve |
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They do tend to grow up fast, don't they - the sands of time shifting ever faster. I'd forgotten Longfellow's poem. "Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul." No truer words, those! Nice post!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like it was quite hard for you to write but it's a lovely tribute to your son..
ReplyDeleteA nice tribute to your son.
ReplyDeleteThank you for including Longfellow in your Sepia tribute to your son.
ReplyDeleteI do believe he's smiling down upon you everyday. This is very lovely.
ReplyDeletePat, a sad but heartfelt tribute to your son, Steve, who may be gone but certainly never forgotten by those he loved and who loved him. He lives forever in your heart as it should be with those we love and have loved.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you on this sorrowful anniversary. Thank-you for sharing the gratitude of your happy memories of your son through these photos. Gone but never forgotten.
ReplyDeleteBe a hero in the strife, great words. This is a fine tribute to your beloved son.
ReplyDeleteI am certain that there is no sadness that compares with losing a child. My sympathy.
ReplyDeleteA fine tribute to your son, Pat. His life was anything but an empty dream.
ReplyDeleteI had forgotten that poem although I recall some of those lines. Lots of memorable lines. It is a fitting poem in memory of your son.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this beautiful poem. To me, paying tribute means opening up the heartache in order to share the love. It's a generous thing to do. I'm sorry your son is no longer here with you.
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