To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Anand Thakur
To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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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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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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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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One by one the sands are flowing
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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No star is lost once we have seen
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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But still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
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