Seated one day at the organ
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Anand Thakur
Seated one day at the organ
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one the sands are flowing
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut still our place is kept, and it will wait, Ready for us to fill it, soon or late.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBut where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTo listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWe always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSee how time makes all grief decay.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROn her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERKinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHave we not all, amid life’s petty strife, / Some pure idea of a noble life / That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTake them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERNo star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
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