Songtext von 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