Hope And Patience By George Macdonald

Hope And Patience By George Macdonald An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled, A-dreaming of the world. Round it, for castle-wall, a shell Is guarding it well. Hope is the bird with its dim sensations; The shell that keeps it alive is Patience. Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

Consider The Ravens By George Macdonald

Consider The Ravens By George Macdonald Lord, according to thy words, I have considered thy birds; And I find their life good, And better the better understood: Sowing neither corn nor wheat They have all that they can eat; Reaping no more than they sow They have more than they could stow; Having neither barn […]

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Forgiveness By George MacDonald

Forgiveness By George MacDonald God gives his child upon his slate a sum – To find eternity in hours and years; With both sides covered, back the child doth come, His dim eyes swollen with shed and unshed tears; God smiles, wipes clean the upper side and nether. And says, ‘Now, dear, we’ll do the […]

Nature A Moral Power By George MacDonald

Nature A Moral Power By George MacDonald Nature, to him no message dost thou bear Who in thy beauty findeth not the power To gird himself more strongly for the hour Of night and darkness. Oh, what colours rare The woods, the valleys, and the mountains wear To him who knows thy secret, and, in […]

The Wind And The Moon By George Macdonald

The Wind And The Moon By George Macdonald Said the Wind to the Moon, “I will blow you out; You stare In the air Like a ghost in a chair, Always looking what I am about— I hate to be watched; I’ll blow you out.” The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon. So, […]

Baby By George Macdonald

Baby By George Macdonald Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into the here. Where did you get those eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through. What makes the light in them sparkle and spin? Some of the starry spikes left in. Where did you get that […]