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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No star is lost once we have seen
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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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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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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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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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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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Each man has some part to play.
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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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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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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