Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSeated one day at the organ
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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No star is lost once we have seen
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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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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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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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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Seated one day at the organ
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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