Seated one day at the organ
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Anand Thakur
Seated one day at the organ
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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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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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One by one the sands are flowing
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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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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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True or false, that never dies
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