A Hidden Life and Other Poems by George MacDonald
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Prostrate I lay, and looked across
To the eternal shores. The world was fair, and hope was nigh, Some men and women true; And I was strong, and Death and I Would have a hard ado. And so I shrank. But sweet and good The dream came to my aid; Within the trees my father stood, I must not be dismayed. My grief was his, not mine alone; The waves that burst in fears, He heard not only with his own, But heard them with my ears. My life and death belong to thee, For I am thine, O God; Thy hands have made and fashioned me, 'Tis thine to bear the load. And thou shalt bear it. I will try To be a peaceful child, Whom in thy arms right tenderly Thou carriest through the wild. 3. |
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