Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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Anand Thakur
Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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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
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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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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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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