Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1807-1882 ~ Van Morrison 1945- ...Listen To The Lion

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead who slumbers, and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is ernest!  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 or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow find us farther than today.
Art is long, and time is fleeting, and hearts though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums are beating funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle, in the bivouac of Life
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!  Be a hero in the strife!
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!
Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us footprints in the sands of time.
Footprints that 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.

Job 12:7-10 ~ Stevie Wonder 1950- ...Isn't She Lovely

In his hand is the soul of every living thing and the breath of every human being!

Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792-1822 ~ Van Morrison 1945- ...Just Like Greta

Are we not formed as notes of music are, for one another, though dissimilar?

Albert Schweitzer 1875-1965 ~ The Beatles (Lennon/McCartney) ...The Sun King

He who does not reflect his life back to God in gratitude does not know himself.

John Fletcher 1579-1625 ~ Thievery Corporation (Rob Garza & Eric Hilton and many others) ...The Cosmic Game

Man is his own star; and the soul that can render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate; nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882 ~ Bob Dylan 1941- ...Gates Of Eden

THINK me not unkind and rude that I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood to fetch his word to men.
Tax not my sloth that I fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky writes a letter in my book.
Chide me not, laborious band, for the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand goes home loaded with a thought.
There was never mystery but ’tis figured in the flowers;
Was never secret history but birds tell it in the bowers.
One harvest from thy field homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield, which I gather in a song.

William Shakespeare 1564-1616 ~ George Harrison 1943-2001 ...I'd Have You Anytime

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.