Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Learn to labour and to wait.
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To which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
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.
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
Know how sublime a thing is to suffer and be strong.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. Wisely improve the present. It is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future, without fear.
Learn to labour and to wait.
All things must change to something new, to something strange.
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