There is a peom our teacher leave for us.he asked us to say something about it ,such as the meaning and so on,tommorow is the deadline.I help you can help me by writting me an article in english!
A psalm of life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
tell me not,in mournful numbers,
"life is but an empty dream!"
for the soul is dead that slumbeis,
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 to each tomorrow
finds us farther than today
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 woulds broad field of battle,
in the bivouac of life,
be not like dumb,driven cattle!
be a hero in the strife!
trust no future,however pleasant!
let the dead past bury its dead!
act,act in the living preasant!
heart within,and God overhead!
lives of great men all remind us
we can make our lives sublime,
and,departing,leave behind us
footprints,that perhaps another,
sailing o'er life's solemn main,
a forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
seeing ,shall take heart again.
let us ,then,be up and doing,
with a heart for any fate,
still achieveing,still pursuing
learn to labor and to wait.
A psalm of life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
tell me not,in mournful numbers,
"life is but an empty dream!"
for the soul is dead that slumbeis,
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 to each tomorrow
finds us farther than today
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 woulds broad field of battle,
in the bivouac of life,
be not like dumb,driven cattle!
be a hero in the strife!
trust no future,however pleasant!
let the dead past bury its dead!
act,act in the living preasant!
heart within,and God overhead!
lives of great men all remind us
we can make our lives sublime,
and,departing,leave behind us
footprints,that perhaps another,
sailing o'er life's solemn main,
a forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
seeing ,shall take heart again.
let us ,then,be up and doing,
with a heart for any fate,
still achieveing,still pursuing
learn to labor and to wait.
