George MacDonald Poems

I took it for a bird of prey that soared
High over ocean, battled mount, and plain;
'Twas but a bird-moth, which with limp horns gored
...

Babe Jesus lay in Mary's lap,
The sun shone in his hair;
And this was how she saw, mayhap,
The crown already there.
...

1.
LORD, I do choose the higher than my will.
I would be handled by thy nursing arms
After thy will, not my infant alarms.
...

'Earth, if aught should check thy race,
Rushing through unfended space,
Headlong, stayless, thou wilt fall
Into yonder glowing ball!'
...

Lord, hear my discontent: all blank I stand,
A mirror polished by thy hand;
Thy sun's beams flash and flame from me-
...

O God, whose daylight leadeth down
Into the sunless way,
Who with restoring sleep dost crown
The labour of the day!
...

A child was born in sin and shame,
Wronged by his very birth,
Without a home, without a name,
One over in the earth.
...

A quiet heart, submissive, meek,
Father, do thou bestow,
Which more than granted, will not seek
To have, or give, or know.
...

The Year Of The Trouble In Lancashire

The skies are pale, the trees are stiff,
The earth is dull and old;
...

Take of the first fruits, father, of thy care,
Wrapped in the fresh leaves of my gratitude,
...