George MacDonald

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

Rejoice - Poem by George MacDonald

'Rejoice,' said the Sun; 'I will make thee gay
With glory and gladness and holiday;
I am dumb, O man, and I need thy voice!'
But man would not rejoice.

'Rejoice in thyself,' said he, 'O Sun,
For thy daily course is a lordly one;
In thy lofty place rejoice if thou can:
For me, I am only a man.'

'Rejoice,' said the Wind; 'I am free and strong,
And will wake in thy heart an ancient song;
Hear the roaring woods, my organ noise!'
But man would not rejoice.

'Rejoice, O Wind, in thy strength,' said he,
'For thou fulfillest thy destiny;
Shake the forest, the faint flowers fan;
For me, I am only a man.'

'Rejoice,' said the Night, 'with moon and star,
For the Sun and the Wind are gone afar;
I am here with rest and dreaming choice!'
But man would not rejoice;

For he said-'What is rest to me, I pray,
Whose labour leads to no gladsome day?
He only can dream who has hope behind:
Alas for me and my kind!'

Then a voice that came not from moon or star,
From the sun, or the wind that roved afar,
Said, 'Man, I am with thee-hear my voice!'
And man said, 'I rejoice.'


Comments about Rejoice by George MacDonald

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010



[Report Error]