Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Anand Thakur
Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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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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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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Seated one day at the organ
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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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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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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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No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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