George MacDonald Poems

Said the boy as he read, 'I too will be bold,
I will fight for the truth and its glory!'
He went to the playground, and soon had told
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O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt?
Indeed the spray flew fast about,
But he was there whose walking foot
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Rich is the fancy which can double back
All seeming forms, and from cold icicles
Build up high glittering palaces where dwells
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Quiet, quiet dead,
Have ye aught to say
From your hidden bed
In the earthy clay?
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How shall he sing who hath no song?
He laugh who hath no mirth?
Will cannot wake the sleeping song!
Yea, Love itself in vain may long
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'They have no more wine!' she said.
But they had enough of bread;
And the vessels by the door
Held for thirst a plenteous store:
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The stars are steady abune;
I' the water they flichter and flee;
But, steady aye, luikin doon
They ken theirsels i' the sea.
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Why dost thou want to sing
When thou hast no song, my heart?
If there be in thee a hidden spring,
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I woke at midnight, and my heart,
My beating heart, said this to me:
Thou seest the moon, how calm and bright!
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AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brain
More than the Father's heart rich good invent?
Each time we smell the autumn's dying scent,
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