One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Anand Thakur
One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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Seated one day at the organ
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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True or false, that never dies
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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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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Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
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