Quote#Death
Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Quote byHenry Wadsworth Longfellow · 1807–1882
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Psalm of Life, St. 6..
English (original)
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!
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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