I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Anand Thakur
I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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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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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Seated one day at the organ
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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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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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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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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