I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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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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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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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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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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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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