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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. Life is real-life is earnest- And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Questions: (1). Who is the writer of the lines? (2). What is the title of the whole poem from which the two stanzas are taken? (3). Summarize the poet ad’vicse for living.
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