Hello everyone –
This weekend, Sophie and I are presenting three poems that encapsulate my philosophy of life, on the occasion of my 57th birthday and my transition to a new position in the College of ACES Office of Marketing & Communications (which starts on Monday). 😊 Quotemaster Sophie says:
Today, we're
delighted to share with you three inspirational masterpieces by some of the
finest poets in the English language. These poems, “A Psalm of Life” by Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow, “What Is Success” by Ralph Waldo Emerson, and “Invictus”
by William Ernest Henley, explore powerful themes of life, perseverance, and
the power of the human spirit. Let their words inspire and uplift you on the
journey through your day!
“A Psalm of
Life”
(What the Heart
of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist)
By Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
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 tomorrow
Find 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 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,
however pleasant!
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;
Footprints, that
perhaps another,
Sailing over
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.
“What Is
Success”
By Ralph Waldo
Emerson (1803-1882)
To laugh often and
love much:
To win respect of
intelligent people
And the affection
of children;
To earn the
approbation of honest critics
And endure the
betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate
beauty;
To find the best
in others;
To give one’s
self;
To leave the world
a little better,
Whether by a
healthy child,
A garden patch,
Or redeemed social
condition;
To have played and
laughed with enthusiasm
And sung with
exultation;
To know even one
life has breathed easier
Because you have
lived…
This is to have
succeeded.
“Invictus”
By William Ernest Henley (1849–1903)
Out
of the night that covers me,
Black
as the pit from pole to pole,
I
thank whatever gods may be
For
my unconquerable soul.
In
the fell clutch of circumstance
I
have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under
the bludgeonings of chance
My
head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond
this place of wrath and tears
Looms
but the Horror of the shade,
And
yet the menace of the years
Finds
and shall find me unafraid.
It
matters not how strait the gate,
How
charged with punishments the scroll,
I
am the master of my fate:
I
am the captain of my soul.
Here’s a digital
image of your Editor, from 45 years ago, around his 12th birthday,
in August 1979. One of my favorite pastimes while growing up was looking at the
night sky – especially the Moon – from my backyard in SW Illinois. (Image
Credit: Me, Myself, and I) 😊
Until next time –
Rob
& Sophie
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