Dreams grow holy put in action.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERRelated Topics
Anand Thakur
Dreams grow holy put in action.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
We always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Each man has some part to play.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER
Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER