Tell me not in mornful 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 it's goal:

"Dust thou art, dust returnest,"

Was not spoken of the soul.

And departing leave behind us

Footprints on the sands of time

Not enjoyment and not sorrow

Is our destined end or way;

But to act that each to-morrow

Find us farther than today

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.

Lyrics submitted by Angel_of_Life

Sands Of Time song meanings
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