Words are mighty, words are living:Serpents with their venomous stings,Or bright angels, crowding round us
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTERFor when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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Lest the chain be broken Ere the pilgrimage be done.
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The men are much alarmed by certain speculations about women; and well they may be
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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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No star is ever lost we once have seen, We always may be what we might have been.
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Have we not all, amid life’s petty strife
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Each man has some part to play.
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On her charm’d way But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming,
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine like quiet night.
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Seated one day at the organ
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The stars can only shine In the dark night.
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See how time makes all grief decay.
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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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For when the horse and ass begin to think and argue, adieu to riding and driving.
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With heaven’s light upon their wings:Every word has its own spirit
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Hours are golden links, God’s token Reaching heaven; but one by one Take them
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Dreams grow holy put in action.
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Take them readily when given, Ready, too, to let them go.
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True or false, that never dies
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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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To listen to Earth’s weary voices Louder every day Bidding her no longer linger
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It seemed the harmonious echo from our discordant life.
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One by one the moments fall; Some are coming, some are going
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Lead me, O Lord, till perfect Day shall shine through Peace to Light.
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Be strong to hope, O Heart! Though day is bright,
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