To E.G., Dedicating A Book Poem by George MacDonald

To E.G., Dedicating A Book



A broken tale of endless things,
Take, lady: thou art not of those
Who in what vale a fountain springs
Would have its journey close.

Countless beginnings, fair first parts,
Leap to the light, and shining flow;
All broken things, or toys or hearts,
Are mended where they go.

Then down thy stream, with hope-filled sail,
Float faithful fearless on, loved friend;
'Tis God that has begun the tale
And does not mean to end.

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George MacDonald

George MacDonald

Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland
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