Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Anand Thakur
Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Each man has some part to play.
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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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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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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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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The stars can only shine In the dark 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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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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