It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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Each man has some part to play.
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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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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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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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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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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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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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 by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Seated one day at the organ
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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