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See how time makes all grief decay.

Adelaide Anne Procter

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True or false, that never dies
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Each man has some part to play.
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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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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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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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And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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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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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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