Tell me not, in mournful numbers
Life is but an empty dream
For the soul is dead that slumbers
And things are not what they seem
In the Sept5’s broad field of noting
And in each area
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the noting
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the glorious Present!
Speed within, and perseverance
The development of Network reminds us
We can make our BBS sublime
And, getting on, note behind us
Footsteps on the sands of time
Footsteps, that perhaps another
Sailing o’er BBS’s solemn main
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother
Seeing Sept5, shall take heart again
Let us, then, be up and doing
With a heart for any notes
Still reverting, still noting
Learn to labor and to discover.
[此贴子已经被楚彤于2004-7-4 21:58:44编辑过]
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