Christmas Prayer (George MacDonald Poems)
Cold my heart, and poor, and low,Like thy stable in the rock;Do not let it orphan go,It is of thy ...
Cold my heart, and poor, and low,Like thy stable in the rock;Do not let it orphan go,It is of thy ...
Days of old,Ye are not dead, though gone from me;Ye are not cold,But like the summer-birds fled o'er some sea.The ...
They were parted then at last?Was it duty, or force, or fate?Or did a worldly blastBlow-to the meeting-gate?An old, short ...
Men sought, ambition's thirst to slake,The lost elixir oldWhose magic touch should instant makeThe meaner metals gold.A nobler alchymy is ...
Where is thy crown, O tree of Love?Flowers only bears thy root!Will never rain drop from aboveDivine enough for fruit?"I ...
Little one, who straight hast comeDown the heavenly stair,Tell us all about your home,And the father there."He is such a ...
The hinges are so rustyThe door is fixed and fast;The windows are so dustyThe sun looks in aghast:Knock out the ...
Where the bud has never blownWho for scent is debtor?Where the spirit rests unknownFatal is the letter.In thee, Jesus, Godhead-stored,All ...
Go not forth to call Dame SorrowFrom the dim fields of Tomorrow;Let her roam there all unheeded,She will come when ...
I shall be satisfiedWith the seeing of thy face.When I awake, wide-eyed,I shall be satisfiedWith what this life did hide,The ...
I'm a puir man I grant,But I am weel neiboured;And nane shall me dauntThough a puir man, I grant;For I ...
My thoughts are like fire-flies, pulsing in moonlight;My heart like a silver cup, filled with red wine;My soul a pale ...
A tattered soldier, gone the glow and gloss,With wounds half healed, and sorely trembling knee,Homeward I come, to claim no ...
Thou art my thought, my heart, my being's fortune,The search for thee my growth's first conscious date;For nought, for everything, ...
Farewell, O Arm of the Lord!Man who hated the sword,Yet struck and spared not the thing abhorred!Farewell, O word of ...
Loosener of springs, he died by thee!Softness, not hardness, sent him home;He loved thee—and thou mad'st him freeOf all the ...
Imagination cannot rise above thee;Near and afar I see thee, and I love thee;My misery away from me I thrust ...
Graut Euch nicht, Ihr lieben Leute,Vor dem ungeheuren Morgen;Wenn es kommt, es ist das Heute,Und der liebe Gott zu sorgen.(George ...
Star high,Baby low:'Twixt the twoWise men go;Find the baby,Grasp the star—Heirs of all thingsNear and far!(George MacDonald)
Who know thee, love: thy life be suchThat, ere the year be o'er,Each one who loves thee now so much,Even ...
Came of old to houses lonelyMen with wings, but did not show them:Angels come to our house, only,For their wings, ...
'Tis we, not in thine arms, who weep and pray;The children in thy bosom laugh and play.(George MacDonald)
Strait is the path? He means we must not roam?Yes; but the strait path leads into a boundless home.(George MacDonald)
The lightning and thunderThey go and they come:But the stars and the stillnessAre always at home.(George MacDonald)
Oh how oft I wake and findI have been forgetting thee!I am never from thy mind:Thou it is that wakest ...
Make not of thy heart a casket,Opening seldom, quick to close;But of bread a wide-mouthed basket,Or a cup that overflows.(George ...
In God alone, the perfect end,Wilt thou find thyself or friend.(George MacDonald)
ComeHome.(George MacDonald)
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