Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Anand Thakur
Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERThe men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSome pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERFor when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERLest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERJoy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTo listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSeated one day at the organ
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not strive to grasp them all.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBe strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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