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Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal, ["]Dust thou art, to dust returneth," Was not spoken of the soul, Not enjoyment and not sorrow Is our destined end or way But to act that each tomorrow Finds us farther than to-day. 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 world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life Be not like dumb driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! |
| Florence Bumpers. |