Top 5 Reasons to read this Inspirational Poem

  • There are 5 reason why I love reading the historical poem A Psalm Of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

    1. The poem inspires me with the knowledge that life is more than just an idle dream, you have to participate and expect a real outcome.
    2. When reading the second column it speaks about Life and its goal not being that of death. I find it very interesting to remember that yes after life is death, but that the purpose of life is for the soul which lives on.
    3. The line regarding “Footprints in the Sand” reminds me of another poem where Christ carries me through troubled times. I am reminded of His nearness and love and I feel at peace. If I stumble in my decisions, I know I am still safe. I will find the right path back to where I need to be and I will charge ahead, again.
    4. It calls for action, to do, to reminds us, we have a choice in how we live, what will we do with that choice, and I’m reminded that to NOT CHOOSE is still a choice! I want to be a part of something great and wonderful. I’m not a puppet in a master’s hands, I have dreams and desires that require decisions. So, CHOOSE I will!
    5. The final passage, leaves you with a sense of openness for the unknowing. To keep your heart open but still strive and work, because in time your fate will come with the wait. But having acted in my own interest led by a heart filled with love, I need not fear that fate. “With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.”


    A Psalm Of Life By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1838.

    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 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

    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, 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

    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,

    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.