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==General information== | ==General information== | ||
'''Lyricist:''' [[Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]], | '''Lyricist:''' [[Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]], | ||
==Settings by composers== | ==Settings by composers== | ||
*[[Tell me not, in mournful numbers (Ciro Pinsuti)|Ciro Pinsuti]] SATB | *[[Tell me not, in mournful numbers (Ciro Pinsuti)|Ciro Pinsuti]] SATB | ||
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Life is but an empty dream! | Life is but an empty dream! | ||
For the soul is dead that slumbers, | For the soul is dead that slumbers, | ||
And things are not what they seem. | And things are not what they seem. | ||
{{Vs|2}} Life is real! Life is earnest! | {{Vs|2}} Life is real! Life is earnest! | ||
And the grave is not its goal; | And the grave is not its goal; | ||
Dust thou art, to dust returnest, | Dust thou art, to dust returnest, | ||
Was not spoken of the soul. | Was not spoken of the soul. | ||
{{Vs|3}} Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, | {{Vs|3}} Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, | ||
Is our destined end or way; | Is our destined end or way; | ||
But to act, that each to-morrow | But to act, that each to-morrow | ||
Find us farther than to-day. | Find us farther than to-day. | ||
{{Vs|4}} Art is long, and Time is fleeting, | {{Vs|4}} Art is long, and Time is fleeting, | ||
And our hearts, though stout and brave, | And our hearts, though stout and brave, | ||
Still, like muffled drums, are beating | Still, like muffled drums, are beating | ||
Funeral marches to the grave. | Funeral marches to the grave. | ||
{{Vs|5}} In the world’s broad field of battle, | {{Vs|5}} In the world’s broad field of battle, | ||
In the bivouac of Life, | In the bivouac of Life, | ||
Be not like dumb, driven cattle! | Be not like dumb, driven cattle! | ||
Be a hero in the strife! | Be a hero in the strife! | ||
{{Vs|6}} Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant! | {{Vs|6}} Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant! | ||
Let the dead Past bury its dead! | Let the dead Past bury its dead! | ||
Act, act in the living Present! | Act, act in the living Present! | ||
Heart within, and God o’erhead! | Heart within, and God o’erhead! | ||
{{Vs|7}} Lives of great men all remind us | {{Vs|7}} Lives of great men all remind us | ||
We can make our lives sublime, | |||
And, departing, leave behind us | And, departing, leave behind us | ||
Footprints on the sands of time; | |||
{{Vs|8}} Footprints, that perhaps another, | {{Vs|8}} Footprints, that perhaps another, | ||
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, | Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, | ||
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, | A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, | ||
Seeing, shall take heart again. | Seeing, shall take heart again. | ||
{{Vs|9}} Let us, then, be up and doing, | {{Vs|9}} Let us, then, be up and doing, | ||
With a heart for any fate; | With a heart for any fate; | ||
Still achieving, still pursuing, | Still achieving, still pursuing, | ||
Learn to labor and to wait. | Learn to labor and to wait. | ||
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==External links== | ==External links== | ||
[[Category:Text pages]] | [[Category:Text pages]] | ||
Latest revision as of 14:33, 24 November 2020
General information
Lyricist: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
Settings by composers
- Ciro Pinsuti SATB
- Henry Thomas Smart SATB (vv.1-4 only)
Texts and Translations
English text
1 Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
2 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.
3 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
4 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.
5 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!
6 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!
7 Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
8 Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
9 Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.