Do not look at life’s long sorrow; see how small each moment’s pain.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERLest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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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 to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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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 know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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True or false, that never dies
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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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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See how time makes all grief decay.
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Do not strive to grasp them all.
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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We always may be what we might have been.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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