Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERAnd yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
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Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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True or false, that never dies
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
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No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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