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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 labour and to wait.
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1854 | # 310 | | 2005 | # 510 | | 1903 | # 239 |
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GALILEE
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8 7 8 7
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| # 375 | Ab | | # 360 | Bb | | # 762 | Bb | | # 398 | Bb |
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