Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Anand Thakur
Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERI do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERTo listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERNo star is lost once we have seen
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 PROCTERDreams grow holy put in action.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERSome pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERWe always may be what we might have been.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTEROne by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDid we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERAnd yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERThe stars can only shine In the dark night.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERHave we not all, amid life’s petty strife
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERBe strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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