We always may be what we might have been.
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Anand Thakur
We always may be what we might have been.
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Each man has some part to play.
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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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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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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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Every word man’s lips have uttered Echoes in God’s skies.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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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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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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Seated one day at the organ
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Be strong, O Heart of mine, Look towards the light!
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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