Greitna, Father (George MacDonald Poems)
Greitna, father, that I'm gauin,For fu' well ye ken the gaet;I' the winter, corn ye're sawin,I' the hairst again ye ...
George MacDonald Poems on Fathers (87 Poems)
Christmas, 1873 (George MacDonald Poems)
Christmas-Days are still in store:—Will they change—steal faded hither?Or come fresh as heretofore,Summering all our winter weather?Surely they will keep ...
Christmas-Da (George MacDonald Poems)
I think I might be weary of this dayThat comes inevitably every year,The same when I was young and strong ...
What The Lord Saith (George MacDonald Poems)
Trust my father, saith the eldest-born;I did trust him ere the earth began;Not to know him is to be forlorn;Not ...
A Song Prayer (George MacDonald Poems)
Lord Jesus,Oh, ease usOf Self that oppresses,Annoys and distressesBody and brainWith dull pain!Thou never,Since ever,Save one moment only,Wast left, or ...
The Thank-Offeri (George MacDonald Poems)
My Lily snatches not my gift;Glad is she to be fed,But to her mouth she will not liftThe piece of ...
Master and Boy (George MacDonald Poems)
WHO is this little one lying,Said Time, "at my garden-gate,Moaning and sobbing and crying,Out in the cold so late?""They lurked ...
Hymn For A Sick Girl (George MacDonald Poems)
Father, in the dark I lay,Thirsting for the light,Helpless, but for hope alwayIn thy father-might.Out of darkness came the morn,Out ...
Song of the Saints and Angels (George MacDonald Poems)
January 26, 1885Gordon, the self-refusing,Gordon, the lover of God,Gordon, the good part choosing,Welcome along the road!Thou knowest the man, O ...
The Old Castle (George MacDonald Poems)
The brother knew well the castle old,Every closet, each outlook fair,Every turret and bartizan bold,Every chamber, garnished or bare.The brother ...
Shew Us The Father (George MacDonald Poems)
Shew us the Father. Chiming stars of space,And lives that fit the worlds, and means and powers,A Thought that holds ...
To Any Friend (George MacDonald Poems)
If I did seem to you no moreThan to myself I seem,Not thus you would fling wide the door,And on ...
Going To Sleep (George MacDonald Poems)
Little one, you must not fretThat I take your clothes away;Better sleep you so will get,And at morning wake more ...
Bedtime (George MacDonald Poems)
Come, children, put away your toys;Roll up that kite's long line;The day is done for girls and boys—Look, it is ...
Father (George MacDonald Poems)
Father, I cry to thee for breadWith hungred longing, eager prayer;Thou hear'st, and givest me insteadMore hunger and a half-despair.0 ...
My Heart Thy Lark (George MacDonald Poems)
Why dost thou want to singWhen thou hast no song, my heart?If there be in thee a hidden spring,Wherefore will ...
Coming (George MacDonald Poems)
When the snow is on the earthBirds and waters cease their mirth;When the sunlight is prevailingEven the night-winds drop their ...
An Evening Prayer (George MacDonald Poems)
I am a bubbleUpon thy ever-moving, resting sea:Oh, rest me now from tossing, trespass, trouble!Take me down into thee.Give me ...
Approaches (George MacDonald Poems)
When thou turn'st away from ill,Christ is this side of thy hill.When thou turnest toward good,Christ is walking in thy ...
A Song In The Night: I would I were an angel strong, (George MacDonald Poems)
I would I were an angel strong,An angel of the sun, hasting along!I would I were just come awake,A child ...
Dejection (George MacDonald Poems)
O Father, I am in the dark,My soul is heavy-bowed:I send my prayer up like a lark,Up through my vapoury ...
A Christmas Prayer (George MacDonald Poems)
Loving looks the large-eyed cow,Loving stares the long-eared assAt Heaven's glory in the grass!Child, with added human birthCome to bring ...
False Prophets (George MacDonald Poems)
Would-be prophets tell usWe shall not re-knowThem that walked our fellowsIn the ways below!Smoking, smouldering TophetsSteaming hopeless plaints!Dreary, mole-eyed prophets!Mean, ...
Appeal (George MacDonald Poems)
If in my arms I bore my child,Would he cry out for fearBecause the night was dark and wildAnd no ...
A Prayer In Sickness (George MacDonald Poems)
Thou foldest me in sickness;Thou callest through the cloud;I batter with the thicknessOf the swathing, blinding shroud:Oh, let me see ...
Christmas Meditation (George MacDonald Poems)
He who by a mother's loveMade the wandering world his own,Every year comes from above,Comes the parted to atone,Binding Earth ...
The Christmas Child (George MacDonald Poems)
Little one, who straight hast comeDown the heavenly stair,Tell us all about your home,And the father there."He is such a ...