Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
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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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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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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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Seated one day at the organ
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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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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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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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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Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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