With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSome pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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True or false, that never dies
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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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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But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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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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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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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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