I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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Anand Thakur
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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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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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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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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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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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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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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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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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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