{"id":91,"date":"2018-12-12T20:57:13","date_gmt":"2018-12-12T10:57:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/willblake.com\/?p=91"},"modified":"2018-12-12T20:57:13","modified_gmt":"2018-12-12T10:57:13","slug":"saying-goodbye-to-a-terrific-mentor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/willblake.com\/?p=91","title":{"rendered":"Saying &#8216;Goodbye&#8217; to a terrific mentor."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was at a memorial service today for a great local mentor who was so important to me as my early career developed. His granddaughter Tessa read this poem by Henry Wordsworth Longfellow. I can&#8217;t remember hearing it before and I was so impressed by her reading and by Longfellow&#8217;s sentiment. Much better than the simplistic <em>carpe diem<\/em>.<\/p>\n<div class=\"c-feature-hd\">\n<h1 class=\"c-hdgSans c-hdgSans_2 c-mix-hdgSans_inline\">A Psalm of Life<\/h1>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"c-feature-sub c-feature-sub_vast\">\n<div><span class=\"c-txt c-txt_attribution\"> By <a href=\"https:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/poets\/henry-wadsworth-longfellow\">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<\/a> <\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"c-feature-bd\">\n<div class=\"o-poem isActive\" data-view=\"PoemView\">\n<div class=\"o-vr o-vr_6x\">\n<div class=\"c-epigraph\">\n<div>What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>Tell me not, in mournful numbers,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Life is but an empty dream!<\/div>\n<div>For the soul is dead that slumbers,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And things are not what they seem.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>Life is real! Life is earnest!<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the grave is not its goal;<\/div>\n<div>Dust thou art, to dust returnest,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Was not spoken of the soul.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Is our destined end or way;<\/div>\n<div>But to act, that each to-morrow<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Find us farther than to-day.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>Art is long, and Time is fleeting,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And our hearts, though stout and brave,<\/div>\n<div>Still, like muffled drums, are beating<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Funeral marches to the grave.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>In the world\u2019s broad field of battle,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In the bivouac of Life,<\/div>\n<div>Be not like dumb, driven cattle!<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Be a hero in the strife!<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>Trust no Future, howe\u2019er pleasant!<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Let the dead Past bury its dead!<\/div>\n<div>Act,\u2014 act in the living Present!<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Heart within, and God o\u2019erhead!<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>Lives of great men all remind us<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We can make our lives sublime,<\/div>\n<div>And, departing, leave behind us<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Footprints on the sands of time;<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>Footprints, that perhaps another,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sailing o\u2019er life\u2019s solemn main,<\/div>\n<div>A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Seeing, shall take heart again.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>Let us, then, be up and doing,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a heart for any fate;<\/div>\n<div>Still achieving, still pursuing,<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Learn to labor and to wait.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div>Thanks to Don for everything that you taught me and I can see that you lived by Longfellow&#8217;s message to &#8220;Act, &#8211; act in the living Present&#8221;.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was at a memorial service today for a great local mentor who was so important to me as my early career developed. 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