Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERKinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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True or false, that never dies
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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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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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Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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