Tell me not in mournful mumbers
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 longand time is fleeting
And our heartsthough stout and brave
Stilllike muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave

In the worlds broad field of battle
In the bivouac of life
Be