Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
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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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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Each man has some part to play.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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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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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Seated one day at the organ
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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One by one the sands are flowing
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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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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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