Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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Anand Thakur
Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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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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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 bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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We always may be what we might have been.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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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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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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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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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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True or false, that never dies
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