And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
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Anand Thakur
And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEREvery word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTo listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWe always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHave we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTrue or false, that never dies
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERNo star is lost once we have seen
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERLead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one the sands are flowing
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERFor when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBe strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERThe stars can only shine In the dark night.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action.
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