Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
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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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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Each man has some part to play.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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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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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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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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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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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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