George MacDonald Poems

Take of the first fruits, father, of thy care,
Wrapped in the fresh leaves of my gratitude,
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Graut Euch nicht, Ihr lieben Leute,
Vor dem ungeheuren Morgen;
Wenn es kommt, es ist das Heute,
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THE song birds that come to me night and morn,
Fly oft away and vanish if I sleep,
Nor to my fowling-net will one return:
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When the clock hath ceased to tick
Soul-like in the gloomy hall;
When the latch no more doth click
Tongue-like in the red peach-wall;
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O Father, I am in the dark,
My soul is heavy-bowed:
I send my prayer up like a lark,
Up through my vapoury shroud,
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To whom the heavy burden clings,
It yet may serve him like a staff;
One day the cross will break in wings,
The sinner laugh a holy laugh.
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Every time would have its song
If the heart were right,
Seeing Love all tender-strong
Fills the day and night.
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Out of the gulf into the glory,
Father, my soul cries out to be lifted.
Dark is the woof of my dismal story,
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Would-be prophets tell us
We shall not re-know
Them that walked our fellows
In the ways below!
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I AM a little weary of my life-
Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the blood
Too slowly laves the coral shores of thought,
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