{"id":914,"date":"2010-11-06T07:21:38","date_gmt":"2010-11-06T07:21:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nanavati.eu\/weblog\/?p=914"},"modified":"2010-11-06T07:21:38","modified_gmt":"2010-11-06T07:21:38","slug":"pslam-of-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/2010\/11\/06\/pslam-of-life\/","title":{"rendered":"Pslam Of Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This was one of my grandfather&#8217;s favourite poems:<\/p>\n<p>A PSALM OF LIFE<\/p>\n<p>WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN<br \/>\nSAID TO THE PSALMIST<\/p>\n<p>TELL me not, in mournful numbers,<br \/>\nLife is but an empty dream ! \u2014<br \/>\nFor the soul is dead that slumbers,<br \/>\nAnd things are not what they seem.<\/p>\n<p>Life is real !   Life is earnest!<br \/>\nAnd the grave is not its goal ;<br \/>\nDust thou art, to dust returnest,<br \/>\nWas not spoken of the soul.<\/p>\n<p>Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,<br \/>\nIs our destined end or way ;<br \/>\nBut to act, that each to-morrow<br \/>\nFind us farther than to-day.<\/p>\n<p>Art is long, and Time is fleeting,<br \/>\nAnd our hearts, though stout and brave,<br \/>\nStill, like muffled drums, are beating<br \/>\nFuneral marches to the grave.<\/p>\n<p>In the world&#8217;s broad field of battle,<br \/>\nIn the bivouac of Life,<br \/>\nBe not like dumb, driven cattle !<br \/>\nBe a hero in the strife !<\/p>\n<p>Trust no Future, howe&#8217;er pleasant !<br \/>\nLet the dead Past bury its dead !<br \/>\nAct,\u2014 act in the living Present !<br \/>\nHeart within, and God o&#8217;erhead !<\/p>\n<p>Lives of great men all remind us<br \/>\nWe can make our lives sublime,<br \/>\nAnd, departing, leave behind us<br \/>\nFootprints on the sands of time ;<\/p>\n<p>Footprints, that perhaps another,<br \/>\nSailing o&#8217;er life&#8217;s solemn main,<br \/>\nA forlorn and shipwrecked brother,<br \/>\nSeeing, shall take heart again.<\/p>\n<p>Let us, then, be up and doing,<br \/>\nWith a heart for any fate ;<br \/>\nStill achieving, still pursuing,<br \/>\nLearn to labor and to wait.<\/p>\n<p>Longfellow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This was one of my grandfather&#8217;s favourite poems: A PSALM OF LIFE WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! \u2014 For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real !&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[433],"class_list":["post-914","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daily","tag-longfellow"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/914","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=914"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/914\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/daniel.footstepsbooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}