Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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Anand Thakur
Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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No star is lost once we have seen
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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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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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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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Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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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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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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