Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
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Anand Thakur
Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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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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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Seated one day at the organ
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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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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Some pure ideal 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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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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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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