On page 2 of my copy of Longfellow’s Poems, copyrighted 1883 and presented to Carlotta Ratts on Christmas 1886, is the poem “A Psalm of Life.” I love to “adopt” used books. And if they are particularly beautiful books that have been around for more than 100 years, all the better! Longfellow’s Poems, Household Edition has a faded rose and burgundy cover with the title in a gold box. There is also a butterfly on a thistle centerd on the cover  in a gold medallion. Art Nouveau daises fill the background. It’s a lovely thing, this book. And it has lovely things printed in it. “A Psalm of Life” reminds me that waiting is no excuse for not being “up and doing,” in the meantime. I hope Carlotta enjoyed this book half as much as I do.
A PSALM OF LIFE
      WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN
                    SAID TO THE PSALMIST
    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 or way ;
    But to act, that each to-morrow
        Find us farther than to-day.
    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,
        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 on 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.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow