Traveller's Song - Poem by George MacDonald
Bands of dark and bands of light
Lie athwart the homeward way;
Now we cross a belt of Night,
Now a strip of shining Day!
Now it is a month of June,
Now December's shivering hour;
Now rides high loved memories' Moon,
Now the Dark is dense with power!
Summers, winters, days, and nights,
Moons, and clouds, they come and go;
Joys and sorrows, pains, delights,
Hope and fear, and
All is well: come, girls and boys,
Not a weary mile is vain!
Hark-dim laughter's radiant noise!
See the windows through the rain!
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