Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEREvery word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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Seated one day at the organ
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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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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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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Each man has some part to play.
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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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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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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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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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True or false, that never dies
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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