Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.

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.

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close.

The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.