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The stars can only shine In the dark night.

Adelaide Anne Procter

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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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Be Heart Light Look Mine Strong Toward
Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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True or false, that never dies
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Ease Finger Key Over Wandered Weary
But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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Day Divine Light Night Peace Perfect Quiet Restless
One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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Lead Light Peace Perfect Shine Through Till
Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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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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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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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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No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Adelaide Ask Life Lord May Plesant Road
We always may be what we might have been.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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