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A Psalm of Life

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A classic Plain English Religious Traditional Uplifting

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · 1838

A Psalm of Life

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow · 1838

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. 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, that each to-morrow Find 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! 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! Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time;-- 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 achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

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A classic Plain English Religious Traditional Uplifting

Background

Longfellow wrote it in 1838, three years after his first wife died, and it made him famous. Victorian children learned it by heart on both sides of the Atlantic.

Meaning

He's having none of the idea that life is a sad dream you just get through. You're here to do something, and what you do stays behind for other people to find.

Who's it for

Someone who never sat still and left things behind them: a business, a trade, a houseful of people they taught. Right for a life spent being useful.

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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me!

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Someone who had a long life and was ready. Especially right for anyone who went to sea, or just loved being near it.

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Fear No More the Heat o' the Sun

William Shakespeare · 1623

Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages:

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A person who worked hard all their life and had had enough by the end. It also fits someone who never cared much who was important and who wasn't.

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For the Fallen

Laurence Binyon · 1914

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old, Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

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Anyone who served, and especially someone who died young in uniform. Right for a family who want the words everybody in the room will already know.

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The Soldier

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If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field

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Death Is Nothing At All

Henry Scott Holland · 1919

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

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Almost any funeral, and it is the reading most families have already heard. Right for someone whose house was full of easy talk and jokes.

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Death, be not proud

John Donne · 1633

Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:

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A believer, and a family who want something with some fight in it rather than a quiet goodbye. It suits a person who argued back all their life.

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Epitaph on an Infant

Samuel Taylor Coleridge · 1794

Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care;

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A baby, or a child who died very small. It is right where a family believe their child is somewhere safe and being looked after now.

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No coward soul is mine

Emily Brontë · 1850

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:

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A person whose faith was entirely their own and who had no time for churches. Right for someone nobody could frighten.

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Prospice

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Fear death?--to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face,

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Someone who fought their illness all the way and wanted to know exactly what was happening. Also right for a person going back to a husband or wife who died first.

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Trees

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I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.

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A gardener, a farmer, or anyone who planted things that are still growing. It also fits a believer who found God outdoors rather than indoors.

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When I go from hence

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When I go from hence let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus am I blessed—let this be my parting word.

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Someone grateful and curious, who found something holy without needing a church for it. Right for a person who reckoned they had had the better of the bargain.

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A person who got a lot out of being alive: weather, music, food, their children's faces. Right where a family want the funeral to be about the living they did.

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Death, be not proud

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It is not growing like a tree

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It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be;

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Anyone who died young, and a family who need to hear that a short life was still a whole one. Right for a person who packed a lot in.

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Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

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Joy, shipmate, Joy! (Pleas'd to my soul at death I cry,)

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A sailor, or anyone who was happiest setting off somewhere new. Right for a family who want something glad said out loud at the funeral.

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No coward soul is mine

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On Death

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For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

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A family who want hope without a particular religion behind it. Right for someone curious about everything, who wasn't frightened of what came next.

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Prospice

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Fear death?--to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face,

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She Is Gone

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Who's it for

A mother or a grandmother, and a family trying to turn back towards living. Right for someone who'd have wanted everyone to get on with it.

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When I go from hence

Rabindranath Tagore · 1912

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Someone grateful and curious, who found something holy without needing a church for it. Right for a person who reckoned they had had the better of the bargain.

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