Eva’s Song (a Psalm Of Life)

Life is but an empty dream

For the soul is dead that slumbers

And things are not just as they seem

Life is real, life is earnest

And the grave is not its goal

Dust thou art, to dust return

Was not spoken of the soul

Not enjoyment, nor in sorrow

Is our destined end or way

But to act, that each tomorrow

Finds us farther than today

Art is long, and time is fleeting

And our hearts grow stout and brave

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave

Trust no future, however pleasant

Let the dead past bury its dead

Act, act in the living presence

Heart within, and God overhead