Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Anand Thakur
Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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No star is lost once we have seen
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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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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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Seated one day at the organ
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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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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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