Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBe strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Seated one day at the organ
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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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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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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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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Each man has some part to play.
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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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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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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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