George MacDonald

(10 December 1824 – 18 September 1905 / Huntly, Aberdeenshire, Scotland)

George MacDonald Poems

401. A Hidden Life 4/8/2010
402. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - March 4/8/2010
403. A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - April 4/8/2010
404. A Prisoner 4/8/2010
405. Angels 4/8/2010
406. Eine Kleine Predigt 4/8/2010
407. Bedtime 4/8/2010
408. A Dream Of Waking 4/8/2010
409. One With Nature 4/9/2010
410. Traveller's Song 4/9/2010
411. Zacchaeus 4/9/2010
412. Song Of The Saints And Angels 4/9/2010
413. A Christmas Carol For 1862 4/8/2010
414. Autumn's Gold 4/8/2010
415. Evening Hymn 4/8/2010
416. Hope Deferred 4/9/2010
417. A Cry 4/8/2010
418. A Christmas Carol 4/8/2010
419. A Better Thing 4/8/2010
420. Faith 4/8/2010
421. Within And Without: Part I: A Dramatic Poem 4/9/2010
422. The Girl That Lost Things 4/9/2010
423. Blessed Are The Meek, For They Shall Inherit The Earth 4/8/2010
424. A Birth-Day Wish 4/8/2010
425. For Where Your Treasure Is, There Will Your Heart Be Also 4/9/2010
426. A Baby-Sermon 4/8/2010
427. A Dream Song 4/8/2010
428. A Broken Prayer 4/8/2010
429. Baby 4/8/2010
430. Obedience 4/9/2010
431. The Wind And The Moon 4/9/2010
432. Love Is Strength 4/9/2010
433. A Memorial Of Africa 4/8/2010

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A Memorial Of Africa

I.

Upon a rock I sat-a mountain-side,
Far, far forsaken of the old sea's lip;
A rock where ancient waters' rise and dip,
Recoil and plunge, eddy, and oscillant tide,
Had worn and worn, while races lived and died,
Involved channels. Where the sea-weed's drip
Followed the ebb, now crumbling lichens sip
Sparse dews of heaven that down with sunset slide.
I sat long-gazing southward. A dry flow
Of withering wind sucked up my drooping strength,
Itself weak from the desert's burning length.
Behind me piled, away and up did go
Great sweeps of savage ...

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A Book Of Dreams: Part I

1.

I lay and dreamed. The master came
In his old woven dress;
I stood in joy, and yet in shame,
Oppressed with earthliness.

He stretched his arms, and gently sought
To clasp me to his soul;

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