Strengthen thy brethren.

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 and way; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us further than to-day.

Lives of true men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints which 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.