George MacDonald Poems

O Lord, if on the wind, at cool of day,
I heard one whispered word of mighty grace;
If through the darkness, as in bed I lay,
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I like ye weel upo Sundays, Nannie,
I' yer goon and yer ribbons and a';
But I like ye better on Mondays, Nannie,
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Nature, to him no message dost thou bear
Who in thy beauty findeth not the power
To gird himself more strongly for the hour
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I have not any fearful tale to tell
Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,
Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sell
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When thy heart, love-filled, grows graver,
And eternal bliss looks nearer,
Ask thy heart, nor show it favour,
Is the gift or giver dearer?
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I.

Night, with her power to silence day,
Filled up my lonely room,
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I.

She sitteth at the Master's feet
In motionless employ;
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Oh that a wind would call
From the depths of the leafless wood!
Oh that a voice would fall
On the ear of my solitude!
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I.

This is the sweetness of an April day;
The softness of the spring is on the face
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Whence do ye come, ye creatures? Each of you
Is perfect as an angel! wings and eyes
Stupendous in their beauty-gorgeous dyes
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