Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERJoy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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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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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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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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Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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True or false, that never dies
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