But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
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But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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One by one the sands are flowing
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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True or false, that never dies
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Seated one day at the organ
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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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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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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