Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERDo no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
More Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
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One of these lives is a fancy, But the other one is true.
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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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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No star is lost once we have seen
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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Kinds hearts are here; yet would the tenderest one Have limits to its mercy; God has none.
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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Each man has some part to play.
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I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be a pleasant road.
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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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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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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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And yet We lost it in this daily jar and fret, And now live idle in a vague regret
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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True or false, that never dies
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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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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