ILLUSTRATIONS. Longfellow's Residence ""T was an angel visited the green earth "Thou driftest gently down the tides of sleep" "There groups of merry children played " Frontispiece. Page 15 29 39 55 69 96 WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. ELL 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, 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, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Act, act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead! Lives of great men all remind us Footprints, that perhaps another, |