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• 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....
• 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!...
• Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate
  Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait....
• The prayer of Ajax was for light. -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Goblet of Life
• 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...
• Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- A Psalm of Life...
• What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Resignatio...
• O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksand
  life hath snares! -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Maidenhood...
• The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- The Fire of Drift-wood...