George MacDonald Poems

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I lay and dreamed. The master came
In his old woven dress;
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Along the tops of all the yellow trees,
The golden-yellow trees, the sunshine lies;
And where the leaves are gone, long rays surprise
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Came of old to houses lonely
Men with wings, but did not show them:
Angels come to our house, only,
For their wings, they do not know them!
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'Come, children, put away your toys;
Roll up that kite's long line;
The day is done for girls and boys-
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WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing
Which I would utter in thine ear, my sire!
Truth in the inward parts thou dost desire-
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If I might guess, then guess I would
That, mid the gathered folk,
This gentle Dorcas one day stood,
And heard when Jesus spoke.
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Well for youth to seek the strong,
Beautiful, and brave!
We, the old, who walk along
Gently to the grave,
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I will sing a song,
Said the owl.
You sing a song, sing-song
Ugly fowl!
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Summer is come again. The sun is bright,
And the soft wind is breathing. Airy joy
Is sparkling in thine eyes, and in their light
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Lord of the world's undying youth,
What joys are in thy might!
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