One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Anand Thakur
One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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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 look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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No star is lost once we have seen
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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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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
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True or false, that never dies
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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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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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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