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

Adelaide Anne Procter

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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Seated one day at the organ
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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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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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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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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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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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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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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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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