Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSee how time makes all grief decay.
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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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And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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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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Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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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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We always may be what we might have been.
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