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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.

Adelaide Anne Procter

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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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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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One by one bright gifts from heaven Joys are sent thee here below
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Bright Gift Given Heart Heaven Joy One
It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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I was weary and ill at ease, and my fingers wandered idly over the noisy keys.
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Ease Finger Key Over Wandered Weary
Do not strive to grasp them all.
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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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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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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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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain.
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Half my life is full of sorrow, Half of joy, still fresh and new
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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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Do no cheat thy Heart and tell her, ‘Grief will pass away.’
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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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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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Bidding Earth Linger Listen Louder Voie Weary
For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Adieu Argue Begin Driving Horse Riding Think
Some pure ideal of a noble life That once seemed possible?
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One by one the sands are flowing
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Fall Flowing Moment Sand Time
Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
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