See how time makes all grief decay.
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Anand Thakur
See how time makes all grief decay.
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Did we not hear The flutter of its wings, and feel it near, And just within our reach? It was.
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We always may be what we might have been.
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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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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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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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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Seated one day at the organ
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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