Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal.
Dust thou art,to dust returnest,
is not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment,and not sorrw,
is our destined and or way;
But to act that each tomorrow
Finds us farther than today.
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!
Let us,then,be up and doing
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
2 comments:
Good Poem, enjoyed reading . . .
thanks bro
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