George MacDonald Poems

Some men there are who cannot spare
A single tear until they feel
The last cold pressure, and the heel
Is stamped upon the outmost layer.
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Are the leaves falling round about
The churchyard on the hill?
Is the glow of autumn going out?
Is that the winter chill?
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Loving looks the large-eyed cow,
Loving stares the long-eared ass
At Heaven's glory in the grass!
Child, with added human birth
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Lie down upon the ground, thou hopeless one!
Press thy face in the grass, and do not speak.
Dost feel the green globe whirl? Seven times a week
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Though in my heart no Christmas glee,
Though my song-bird be dumb,
Jesus, it is enough for me
That thou art come.
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Star high,
Baby low:
'Twixt the two
Wise men go;
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'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.
The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on fold
The chimneyed city; and the smoke is caught,
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There is a river
whose waters run asleep
run run ever
singing in the shallows
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I missed him when the sun began to bend;
I found him not when I had lost his rim;
With many tears I went in search of him,
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Merry, merry we well may be,
For Jesus Christ is come down to see:
Long before, at the top of the stair,
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