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.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDid we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTrue or false, that never dies
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWords are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTake them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not strive to grasp them all.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERNo star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERAnd yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEREach man has some part to play.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTo listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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