Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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Anand Thakur
Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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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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Each man has some part to play.
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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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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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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