One by one the sands are flowing
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Anand Thakur
One by one the sands are flowing
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWords are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not strive to grasp them all.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERJoy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTake them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERNo star is lost once we have seen
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERFor when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBe strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBe strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSome pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHalf my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSeated one day at the organ
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