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One by One

13 reprints from 1855-05-17 to 1857-10-01

One by One

by [Adelaide A. Procter]

From Daily American Organ

1855-05-24

One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let the whole strength go to each,
Let not future dreams elate thee,
Learn thou first what these can teach.

One by one (bright gifts from Heaven,)
Joys are sent thee here below;
Take them readily when given,
Ready, too, to let them go.

One by one thy griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band;
One will fade as others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.

Do not look at life's long sorrow;
See how small each movement's pain;
God will help thee for to-morrow:
Every day begin again.

Every hour that fleets so slowly,
Has its task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown, and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.

Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passion hours despond;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.

Hours are golden links, God's token,
Reaching Heaven; but one by one,
Take them lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done.

One by One

From Fayetteville observer.

1855-05-17 · Fayetteville, N.C.

[This text is not available under an open license.]

From Washington sentinel.

1855-05-17 · City of Washington [D.C.]

One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.
One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let.thy whole strength go to each,
Let not future dreams elate thee,
Learn thou first what these can teach.
One by one (bright gifts from Heaven,)
.Toys are sent thee here below ;
Take them readily when given.
Ready, too, to let them go.
One by one thy griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed hand ;
One will fade as others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.
Do not look at life's long sorrow ;
See how small each moment's pain ;
God will help thee for to-morrow :
Every day begin again.
Every h our that fleets *o slowly,
Has its task to do or bear ;
Luminous the crown, and holy,
ff thou set each gem with care.
Do not liager with regretting,
Or for passion hours despond ;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.
Hours are golden links, God's token,
Beaching Heaven ; but one by one,
Take them lest the chain he broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done

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From Daily American organ.

1855-05-24 · Washington, D.C.

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Do not strive to grasp theiu ill.
One 1 iv one tliv duties wait thee,
Let tliu whole strength go to each
Let not lhture dreamt elate tliee,
Learn tbou Unit what these can teach.
One by one (bright gifts from Heaven,)
Joys are sent thee here below ;
Take them readily when given,
Ready, Uxi, to let them go.
One by one thy griefs sliull meet theo,
Do not fe?r an armed baud;
One will fade us others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.
Do not look at life's long sorrow ;
Bee how small each moment's pain ;
God will help thee for to-morrow :
Every day begin again.
Every hour that fleets so slowly,
lias its task to do or bear ;
Luminous the crown, atid holy,
If thou set each gem with care.
Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passion hours despond ;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.
Uours are golden links, God's token,
Reaching lleavnn ; but one by one,
Take them lest the chain be brokeu
Ere the pilgrimugu be done

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From Republican vindicator.

1855-06-02 · Staunton, Va.

ing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.
Ono by one thy dnties wait thee,
Let thy whole strength go to each,
Let no future dreams elate thee,
Learn thou first what those can teach.
One by one (bright gifts from Heaven,)
Joys are sent thee here below;
Take them readily when given,
Heady, too, to let them go.
One by one thy griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band ;
One will fade as others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.
Do not look at life’s long sorrow ;
See how small each moment’s pain;
God will help thee for to-morrow,
Everyday begin again.
Every hour that fleets so slowly*
Hus its task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown, and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.
Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passion hours despond;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.
Hours are golden links, God’s token,
Reaching Heaven ; but one by one,
Take them lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done

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From Monongalia mirror.

1855-06-16 · Morgantown, Va. [W. Va.]

One by one the sauds arc Bowing I
One by one the moments fall g
Some are coming, somo aro going,
Do not strive to grasp then* all, .
One by one thy duties wait thee, .
Let the whole strength go to each, /
Let not future dreams elatu thee,
Learn thou firs', what these can teach.
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One by one, (bright gifts from HctVcn),
Joys aro bent thee here below;
Take them readily when given, itfc
Heady, too, to let them go.
One by4 ono thy griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band:
One will fade as others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the lund.
Do not look at life's long sorrow;
See how small each moment's pain :
God will help thee for to-morrow;
Every day begin again.
Every hour that Heels so slowly,
Has its task to do or bear
Luminous the crown, and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.
Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passion hours despond;
Nor, the dailfr toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.
?Hours aro golden links, God's token,
Reaching Heaven; but ono by one,
Take them lest tbo chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done.

 Page image

From Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser.

1855-07-05 · Port Tobacco, Md.

nds are flowing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.
One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let thy whole strengh go to each;
Let no future dreams elate thee*
Learn thou first what these teach.
One by one (bright gifts from Heaven)
Joys are sent thee here below;
Take them readily when given,
Ready, too, to let them go.
One by one griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band;
One will fade as others greet thee.
Shadows passing thorugh the land.
Do not look at life’s long sorrow,
See how small each moment’s pain;
God will help thee for to-morrow,
Every day begin again.
Every hour that fleets so slowly.
Has its task to do or bear,
Luminous the crown and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.
Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passion hours despond;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting.
Look too eagerly beyond.
Hours are golden links, God’s token,
Reaching Heaven; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done

 Page image

From The Shasta courier.

1855-07-21 · Shasta, Calif.

ing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.
One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let thy whole strength go to each,
Let no future dreams elate tjiee,
Learn thou first what these can teach.
One by one, (bright gifts from Heaven,)
Joys are sent thee here below ;
Take them readily when given,
Ready, too, let them go.
Ppe by pne thy griefs shall meet thee;
Do not fear an armed baud ;
pne will fade as others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.
po pot look at life’s long sorrow ;
See how small each moments pain ;
God will help thee for to-morrow,
Every day begin again.
Every hour that fleets so slowly,
lips it* task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown, and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.
Po not linger with regretting,
Or for passion hours despond ;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eargerly beyond.
Hours are golden links, God’s token,
Reaching Heaven ; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken,
Ere the pilgrimage be done.

 Page image

From Indiana American.

1855-07-27 · Brookville, Ind.

owing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.
One by one thy duties walt thee,
Lot thy whole strength go to esch,
Let no future dreams elate thee,
Learn thou first what these can teach.
One by one (bright gifts from Heaven,)
Joys are sent thee here below;
Take them readily when given,
Ready, too, to let them go.
One by one thy griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band;
One will fade as others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.
Do not look at life's long sorrow;
See how small each moment's pain;
God will help thee for to-morrow,
Every day begin again.
Every hour that fleets so slowly,
Has its task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown, and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.
Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passion hours despond;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.
Hours are golden links, God's token.
Reaching Heaven; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done

From The Evansville daily journal.

1855-11-26 · Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]

One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall:
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.
One by one thy duties wait thee.
Let thy whole strength go to each;
Let not future dreams elate thee,
Loarn thou first what these can teach.
One by one (bright gifts from Heavenys
Joys are sunt thee here below;
Take them readily when given,
Ready too to let them go.
One by one thy gift shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band;
One will fade while others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.
Do not look at li'e's long sorrow,
See how small each moment's pain;
God will help thee for to-morrow,
Every day begin again.
Every hour that fleets so slowly,
Has its task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown, and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.
Do nottinger with regreting.
Or for passing hours despond!
Nor, thy daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.
Hours are golden links, Gods token,
Reaching Heavan; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done

From Massachusetts Teacher and Journal of Home and School Education (1856-1871)

1857-05-01 · Boston

ne the moments fall ;

Some are coming, some are going —
Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let thy whole strength go to each;

Let no future dreams elate thee ;
Learn thou first what these can teach.

One by one (bright gifts from Heaven)
Joys are sent thee here below;

Take them readily When given,
Ready, too, to let them go.

One by one the griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band ;

One will fade as others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.

Do not laugh at life’s long sorrow ;
See how small each moment's pain ;

God will help thee for to-morrow ;
Every day begin again.

Every hour that fleets so slowly
Has its task to do or bear ;

Luminous the crown, and holy,
If thou set each gem with care.

Do not linger with regre‘ting,
Or for passion hours despond ;

Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.

Hours are golden links, God’s token.
teaching Heaven ; but one by one

Take them, lest the chain be broken
Ere the pilgrimage be done.

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From The true Democrat.

1857-05-05 · Little Rock, Ark.

One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.
One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let thy whole strength go to each;
Let not future dreams elate thee,
Learn thou first what these can teach.
Hours are golden links, God’s token,
Reaching heaven; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken,
Ere thy pilgrimage be done.

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From Circular (1851-1870)

1857-10-01 · Brooklyn

One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the mountains fall ;
Some are coming, some are going,
Do not strive to grasp them all.
One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let the whole strength go to each ;
Let no future dreams elate thee,
Learn thou first what these can teach.

One by one ( bright gifts from heaven,)
Joys are sent thee here below;

Take them readily when given,
Ready, too, to let them go.

One by one thy gifts shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band ;

One will fade as others greet thee,
Shadows passing through the land.

Do not look at life’s long sorrow;
See how small each moment’s pain ;
God will help thee for to-morrow,
Every day begins again.
Every hour that fleets so slowly,
Has its task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown, and holy,
If thou set each gem with care

 Page image