George MacDonald Poems

I do remember how, when very young,
I saw the great sea first, and heard its swell
As I drew nearer, caught within the spell
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'Tis the midnight hour; I heard
The Abbey-bell give out the word.
Seldom is the lamp-ray shed
On some dwarfed foot-farer's head
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Come to me, come to me, O my God;
Come to me everywhere!
Let the trees mean thee, and the grassy sod,
And the water and the air!
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Strait is the path? He means we must not roam?
Yes; but the strait path leads into a boundless home.
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Gordon, the self-refusing,
Gordon, the lover of God,
Gordon, the good part choosing,
Welcome along the road!
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The hinges are so rusty
The door is fixed and fast;
The windows are so dusty
The sun looks in aghast:
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I TO myself have neither power nor worth,
Patience nor love, nor anything right good;
My soul is a poor land, plenteous in dearth-
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REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.
Or if thou didst, it was so long ago
I have forgotten-and never understood,
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FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goes
Into our hearts-that is the Father's plan.
From heart to heart it sinks, it steals, it flows,
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Farewell, O Arm of the Lord!
Man who hated the sword,
Yet struck and spared not the thing abhorred!
Farewell, O word of the Word!
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