Art is long, and time is fleeting,[612:3]
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still like muffled drums are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.[612:4]
A Psalm of Life.
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!
A Psalm of Life.