Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Anand Thakur
Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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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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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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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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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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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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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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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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Seated one day at the organ
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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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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