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Monday, November 4, 2013

Of Maiden Voyages



Climb aboard
For this ship
Is about to embark
On its maiden voyage,
Ahoy!


Today will never
Sail Time's sea again
Let's make it a journey
Of joy!

Janet~

Happy sailing. May our waters be calm, but with just enough wave to keen our trust. May our skies be fair, but with just enough cloud to be beautiful!

my laundry seas await:)

Sharing a favorite poem today


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 1807–1882
 
55. 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 real! Life is earnest!         5
  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;  10
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  15
  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!  20
  
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  25
  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,  30
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,  35
  Learn to labor and to wait. 
 

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