Dear
Members, Alumni, and Friends of the JSMT:
The
month of April is here at last, and the planet Mars went through opposition
(being directly opposite the Sun in our sky) on April 8th. To honor
the long-awaited arrival of springtime and the opposition of Mars, here are two
poems for you to enjoy by the great American poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(1807-1882). Veteran listmembers may recall that the first poem is a longtime
favorite of mine; the second poem was written as a sequel to the first one (both
in 1838, while Longfellow was a professor at Harvard).
A
PSALM OF LIFE
(WHAT
THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST)
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 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.
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.
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.
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 !
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 Present !
Heart within, and God overhead !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God overhead !
Lives
of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;
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.
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.
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
THE
LIGHT OF STARS
(A
SECOND PSALM OF LIFE)
The
night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon
Drops down behind the sky.
There is no light in earth or heaven
But the cold light of stars;
And the first watch of night is given
To the red planet Mars.
Is it the tender star of love?
The star of love and dreams?
Oh no! from that blue tent above
A hero's armor gleams.
And earnest thoughts within me rise,
When I behold afar,
Suspended in the evening skies,
The shield of that red star.
O star of strength! I see thee stand
And smile upon my pain;
Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand,
And I am strong again.
Within my breast there is no light
But the cold light of stars;
I give the first watch of the night
To the red planet Mars.
The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possessed.
And thou, too, whosoever thou art,
That readest this brief psalm,
As one by one thy hopes depart,
Be resolute and calm.
Oh, fear not in a world like this,
And thou shalt know erelong,
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.
And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon
Drops down behind the sky.
There is no light in earth or heaven
But the cold light of stars;
And the first watch of night is given
To the red planet Mars.
Is it the tender star of love?
The star of love and dreams?
Oh no! from that blue tent above
A hero's armor gleams.
And earnest thoughts within me rise,
When I behold afar,
Suspended in the evening skies,
The shield of that red star.
O star of strength! I see thee stand
And smile upon my pain;
Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand,
And I am strong again.
Within my breast there is no light
But the cold light of stars;
I give the first watch of the night
To the red planet Mars.
The star of the unconquered will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possessed.
And thou, too, whosoever thou art,
That readest this brief psalm,
As one by one thy hopes depart,
Be resolute and calm.
Oh, fear not in a world like this,
And thou shalt know erelong,
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.
Until
next time –
Rob :)
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