Hello here in my March 4, Monday, 07:00 p.m. Talk about the favorite poem that is close to my heart. It is written by H. W. Longfellow, the psalm of life. So it goes like this. I'll read the second stanza last para- dust you are dust of you return was not spoken of the soul. So there is hope in everything. And God may have said this to Adam while chasing him from the garden of Eden, but he said this to his body and not to his soul