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 PROCTERHalf my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not strive to grasp them all.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEREach man has some part to play.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERIt seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROn her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERThe men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERLest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSee how time makes all grief decay.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDid we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERLead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERNo star is lost once we have seen
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