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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them

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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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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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Day Divine Light Night Peace Perfect Quiet Restless
No star is lost once we have seen
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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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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Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
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Seated one day at the organ
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Each man has some part to play.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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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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Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
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