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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.
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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.
-- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882)
-- A Psalm of Life
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Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul....
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Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait....
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
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Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,-- Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee,--are all with thee!
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Act, act in the living present! Heart within, and God o'erhead!...
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O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
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