<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><b style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: "Comic Sans MS"; color: rgb(84, 130, 53);">A Psalm of Life</span></b><div dir="ltr"><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist<br>Tell me not, in mournful numbers,<br>“Life is but an empty dream!”<br>For the soul is dead that slumbers,<br>And things are not what they seem.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">Life is real! Life is earnest!<br>And the grave is not its goal;<br>“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”<br>Was not spoken of the soul.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,<br>Is our destined end or way;<br>But to act, that each to-morrow<br>Finds us farther than to-day.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">Art is long, and Time is fleeting,<br>And our hearts, though stout and brave,<br>Still, like muffled drums, are beating<br>Funeral marches to the grave.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">In the world’s broad field of battle,<br>In the bivouac of Life,<br>Be not like dumb, driven cattle!<br>Be a hero in the strife!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!<br>Let the dead Past bury its dead!<br>Act,—act in the living Present!<br>Heart within, and God o’erhead!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">Lives of great men all remind us<br>We can make our lives sublime,<br>And, departing, leave behind us<br>Footprints on the sands of time;<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">Footprints, that perhaps another,<br>Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,<br>A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,<br>Seeing, shall take heart again.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 15pt; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(17, 17, 17);">Let us, then, be up and doing,<br>With a heart for any fate;<br>Still achieving, still pursuing<br>Learn to labor and to wait.</span></p></div>—————————————————<br><br><div dir="ltr"><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">http://www.MoscowCares.net</span></div><div><br></div><div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tom Hansen</span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Moscow, Idaho</span></div></div><div><br></div><div>“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”</div><div>- Roy E. Stolworthy</div><div></div></div></div></div></body></html>