Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Anand Thakur
Do not strive to grasp them all.
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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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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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True or false, that never dies
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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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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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