Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTo listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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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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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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We always may be what we might have been.
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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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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