See how time makes all grief decay.
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Anand Thakur
See how time makes all grief decay.
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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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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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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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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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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We always may be what we might have been.
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True or false, that never dies
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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No star is lost once we have seen
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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