Merry, merry we well may be,
For Jesus Christ is come down to see:
Long before, at the top of the stair,
He set our angels a waiting there,
Waiting hither and thither to fly,
Tending the children of the sky,
Lest they dash little feet against big stones,
And tumble down and break little bones;
For the path is rough, and we must not roam;
We have learned to walk, and must follow him home!
(George MacDonald)
More Poetry from George MacDonald:
George MacDonald Poems based on Topics: Home, Jesus Christ, Christianity, Children- Somnium Mystici (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Story of the Sea-Shore (George MacDonald Poems)
- The Disciple (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - October (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - January (George MacDonald Poems)
- A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - December (George MacDonald Poems)