Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Anand Thakur
Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERKinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERJoy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDid we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWith heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTake them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHave we not all, amid life’s petty strife
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSeated one day at the organ
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEREvery word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWe always may be what we might have been.
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