George MacDonald

On A December Day By George MacDonald

On A December Day By George MacDonald

On A December Day I. This is the sweetness of an April day; The softness of the spring is on the face Of the old year. She has no natural grace, But something comes to her from far away Out of the Past, and on her old decay The beauty of her childhood you can trace.- And yet she moveth with a stormy... »

Love’s History By George MacDonald

Love’s History By George MacDonald

Love’s History Love, the baby, Crept abroad to pluck a flower: One said, Yes, sir; one said, Maybe; One said, Wait the hour. Love, the boy, Joined the youngsters at their play: But they gave him little joy, And he went away. Love, the youth, Roamed the country, quiver-laden; From him fled away... »

He Needed Not By George MacDonald

He Needed Not By George MacDonald

He Needed Not Of whispering trees the tongues to hear, And sermons of the silent stone; To read in brooks the print so clear Of motion, shadowy light, and tone- That man hath neither eye nor ear Who careth not for human moan. Yea, he who draws, in shrinking haste, From sin that passeth helpless by; ... »

Dr. Doddridges Dog By George MacDonald

Dr. Doddridges Dog By George MacDonald

Dr. Doddridges Dog ‘What! you Dr. Doddridge’s dog, and not know who made you?’ My little dog, who blessed you With such white toothy-pegs? And who was it that dressed you In such a lot of legs? Perhaps he never told you! Perhaps you know quite well, And beg me not to scold you For ... »

Better Things By George MacDonald

Better Things By George MacDonald

Better Things Better to smell the violet Than sip the glowing wine; Better to hearken to a brook Than watch a diamond shine. Better to have a loving friend Than ten admiring foes; Better a daisy’s earthy root Than a gorgeous, dying rose. Better to love in loneliness Than bask in love all day; ... »

A Sang ‘O Zion By George MacDonald

A Sang ‘O Zion By George MacDonald

A Sang ‘O Zion Ane by ane they gang awa; The getherer gethers grit and sma’: Ane by ane maks ane and a’! Aye whan ane sets doon the cup Ane ahint maun tak it up: A’ thegither they will sup! Golden-heidit, ripe, and strang, Shorn will be the hairst or lang: Syne begins a bette... »

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – May By George MacDonald

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – May By George MacDonald

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – May 1. WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing Which I would utter in thine ear, my sire! Truth in the inward parts thou dost desire- Wise hunger, not a fitness fine of speech: The little child that clamouring fails to reac... »

Said And Did By George MacDonald

Said And Did By George MacDonald

Said And Did Said the boy as he read, ‘I too will be bold, I will fight for the truth and its glory!’ He went to the playground, and soon had told A very cowardly story! Said the girl as she read, ‘That was grand, I declare! What a true, what a lovely, sweet soul!’ In half-an... »

Russell Gurney By George MacDonald

Russell Gurney By George MacDonald

Russell Gurney In that high country whither thou art gone, Right noble friend, thou walkest with thy peers, The gathered great of many a hundred years! Few are left like thee-few, I say, not none, Else were thy England soon a Babylon, A land of outcry, mockery, and tears! Higher than law, a refuge f... »

Not Understood By George MacDonald

Not Understood By George MacDonald

Not Understood Tumultuous rushing o’er the outstretched plains; A wildered maze of comets and of suns; The blood of changeless God that ever runs With quick diastole up the immortal veins; A phantom host that moves and works in chains; A monstrous fiction, which, collapsing, stuns The mind to ... »

Life-Weary By George MacDonald

Life-Weary By George MacDonald

Life-Weary O Thou that walkest with nigh hopeless feet Past the one harbour, built for thee and thine. Doth no stray odour from its table greet, No truant beam from fire or candle shine? At his wide door the host doth stand and call; At every lattice gracious forms invite; Thou seest but a dull-gray... »

George Rolleston By George MacDonald

George Rolleston By George MacDonald

George Rolleston Dead art thou? No more dead than was the maid Over whose couch the saving God did stand- ‘She is not dead but sleepeth,’ said, And took her by the hand! Thee knowledge never from Life’s pathway wiled, But following still where life’s great father led, He turn... »

Consider The Ravens By George MacDonald

Consider The Ravens By George MacDonald

Consider The Ravens 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 nor store... »

An Old Story By George MacDonald

An Old Story By George MacDonald

An Old Story I. In the ancient house of ages, See, they cannot rest! With a hope, which awe assuages, Tremble all the blest. For the son and heir eternal, To be son yet more, Leaves his stately chair supernal For the earth’s low floor; Leaves the room so high and old, Leaves the all-world hear... »

A Manchester Poem By George MacDonald

A Manchester Poem By George MacDonald

A Manchester Poem ‘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, And spreads diluted in the cloud, and sinks, A black precipitate, on miry streets. And faces gray glide through the darkened fog. Slave e... »

Written On A Stormy Night By George MacDonald

Written On A Stormy Night By George MacDonald

Written On A Stormy Night O wild and dark! a night hath found me now Wherein I mingle with that element Sent madly loose through the wide staring rent In yon tormented branches! I will bow A while unto the storm, and thenceforth grow Into a mighty patience strongly bent Before the unconquering Power... »

Power By George MacDonald

Power By George MacDonald

Power Power that is not of God, however great, Is but the downward rushing and the glare Of a swift meteor that hath lost its share In the one impulse which doth animate The parent mass: emblem to me of fate! Which through vast nightly wastes doth onward fare, Wild-eyed and headlong, rent away from ... »

Much And More By George MacDonald

Much And More By George MacDonald

Much And More When thy heart, love-filled, grows graver, And eternal bliss looks nearer, Ask thy heart, nor show it favour, Is the gift or giver dearer? Love, love on; love higher, deeper; Let love’s ocean close above her; Only, love thou more love’s keeper, More, the love-creating lover... »

In A Churchyard By George MacDonald

In A Churchyard By George MacDonald

In A Churchyard There may be seeming calm above, but no!- There is a pulse below which ceases not, A subterranean working, fiery hot, Deep in the million-hearted bosom, though Earthquakes unlock not the prodigious show Of elemental conflict; and this spot Nurses most quiet bones which lie and rot, A... »

Fighting By George MacDonald

Fighting By George MacDonald

Fighting Here is a temple strangely wrought: Within it I can see Two spirits of a diverse thought Contend for mastery. One is an angel fair and bright, Adown the aisle comes he, Adown the aisle in raiment white, A creature fair to see. The other wears an evil mien, And he hath doubtless slipt, A fea... »

Christmas Song Of The Old Children By George MacDonald

Christmas Song Of The Old Children By George MacDonald

Christmas Song Of The Old Children Well for youth to seek the strong, Beautiful, and brave! We, the old, who walk along Gently to the grave, Only pay our court to thee, Child of all Eternity! We are old who once were young, And we grow more old; Songs we are that have been sung, Tales that have been... »

A Vision Of St. Eligius By George MacDonald

A Vision Of St. Eligius By George MacDonald

A Vision Of St. Eligius I. I see thy house, but I am blown about, A wind-mocked kite, between the earth and sky, All out of doors-alas! of thy doors out, And drenched in dews no summer suns can dry. For every blast is passion of my own; The dews cold sweats of selfish agony; Dank vapour steams from ... »

A Dream Of Waking By George MacDonald

A Dream Of Waking By George MacDonald

A Dream Of Waking A child was born in sin and shame, Wronged by his very birth, Without a home, without a name, One over in the earth. No wifely triumph he inspired, Allayed no husband’s fear; Intruder bare, whom none desired, He had a welcome drear. Heaven’s beggar, all but turned adrif... »

What Man Is There Of You By George MacDonald

What Man Is There Of You By George MacDonald

What Man Is There Of You The homely words how often read! How seldom fully known! ‘Which father of you, asked for bread, Would give his son a stone?’ How oft has bitter tear been shed, And heaved how many a groan, Because thou wouldst not give for bread The thing that was a stone! How of... »

Oh That A Wind By George MacDonald

Oh That A Wind By George MacDonald

Oh That A Wind Oh that a wind would call From the depths of the leafless wood! Oh that a voice would fall On the ear of my solitude! Far away is the sea, With its sound and its spirit tone; Over it white clouds flee; But I am alone, alone. Straight and steady and tall The trees stand on their feet; ... »

Love Is Strength By George MacDonald

Love Is Strength By George MacDonald

Love Is Strength Love alone is great in might, Makes the heavy burden light, Smooths rough ways to weary feet, Makes the bitter morsel sweet: Love alone is strength! Might that is not born of Love Is not Might born from above, Has its birthplace down below Where they neither reap nor sow: Love alone... »

Hom. Il. V. 403 By George MacDonald

Hom. Il. V. 403 By George MacDonald

Hom. Il. V. 403 If thou art tempted by a thought of ill, Crave not too soon for victory, nor deem Thou art a coward if thy safety seem To spring too little from a righteous will; For there is nightmare on thee, nor until Thy soul hath caught the morning’s early gleam Seek thou to analyze the m... »

Doubt Heralding Vision By George MacDonald

Doubt Heralding Vision By George MacDonald

Doubt Heralding Vision An angel saw me sitting by a brook, Pleased with the silence, and the melodies Of wind and water which did fall and rise: He gently stirred his plumes and from them shook An outworn doubt, which fell on me and took The shape of darkness, hiding all the skies, Blinding the sun,... »

Bedtime By George MacDonald

Bedtime By George MacDonald

Bedtime ‘Come, children, put away your toys; Roll up that kite’s long line; The day is done for girls and boys- Look, it is almost nine! Come, weary foot, and sleepy head, Get up, and come along to bed.’ The children, loath, must yet obey; Up the long stair they creep; Lie down, an... »

A Prisoner By George MacDonald

A Prisoner By George MacDonald

A Prisoner The hinges are so rusty The door is fixed and fast; The windows are so dusty The sun looks in aghast: Knock out the glass, I pray, Or dash the door away, Or break the house down bodily, And let my soul go free! Hits: 0 »

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – January By George MacDonald

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – January By George MacDonald

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – January 1. LORD, what I once had done with youthful might, Had I been from the first true to the truth, Grant me, now old, to do-with better sight, And humbler heart, if not the brain of youth; So wilt thou, in thy gentleness and ruth,... »

Second Sight By George MacDonald

Second Sight By George MacDonald

Second Sight Rich is the fancy which can double back All seeming forms, and from cold icicles Build up high glittering palaces where dwells Summer perfection, moulding all this wrack To spirit symmetry, and doth not lack The power to hear amidst the funeral bells The eternal heart’s wind-melod... »

Rondel By George MacDonald

Rondel By George MacDonald

Rondel I follow, tottering, in the funeral train That bears my body to the welcoming grave. As those I mourn not, that entomb the brave, But smile as those that lay aside the vain; To me it is a thing of poor disdain, A clod I would not give a sigh to save! I follow, careless, in the funeral train, ... »

Noontide Hymn By George MacDonald

Noontide Hymn By George MacDonald

Noontide Hymn I love thy skies, thy sunny mists, Thy fields, thy mountains hoar, Thy wind that bloweth where it lists- Thy will, I love it more. I love thy hidden truth to seek All round, in sea, on shore; The arts whereby like gods we speak- Thy will to me is more. I love thy men and women, Lord, T... »

Life Or Death By George MacDonald

Life Or Death By George MacDonald

Life Or Death Is there a secret Joy, that may not weep, For every flower that ends its little span, For every child that groweth up to man, For every captive bird a cage doth keep, For every aching eye that went to sleep Long ages back, when other eyes began To see and know and love as now they can,... »

General Gordon By George MacDonald

General Gordon By George MacDonald

General Gordon I. Victorious through failure! faithful Lord, Who for twelve angel legions wouldst not pray From thine own country of eternal day, To shield thee from the lanterned traitor horde, Making thy one rash servant sheathe his sword!- Our long retarded legions, on their way, Toiling through ... »

Confidence By George MacDonald

Confidence By George MacDonald

Confidence 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 Climbeth she out of darkness to the sun, Which is her God; seven times she doth not shun Awful eclipse, laying her patient cheek Upon a pillow gh... »

An Old Sermon With A New Text By George MacDonald

An Old Sermon With A New Text By George MacDonald

An Old Sermon With A New Text My wife contrived a fleecy thing Her husband to infold, For ’tis the pride of woman still To cover from the cold: My daughter made it a new text For a sermon very old. The child came trotting to her side, Ready with bootless aid: ‘Lily make veckit for papa,&... »

A Mammon-Marriage By George MacDonald

A Mammon-Marriage By George MacDonald

A Mammon-Marriage The croak of a raven hoar! A dog’s howl, kennel-tied! Loud shuts the carriage-door: The two are away on their ghastly ride To Death’s salt shore! Where are the love and the grace? The bridegroom is thirsty and cold! The bride’s skull sharpens her face! But the coa... »

Written For One In Sore Pain By George MacDonald

Written For One In Sore Pain By George MacDonald

Written For One In Sore Pain Shepherd, on before thy sheep, Hear thy lamb that bleats behind! Scarce the track I stumbling keep! Through my thin fleece blows the wind! Turn and see me, Son of Man! Turn and lift thy Father’s child; Scarce I walk where once I ran: Carry me-the wind is wild! Thou... »

Prayer By George MacDonald

Prayer By George MacDonald

Prayer We doubt the word that tells us: Ask, And ye shall have your prayer; We turn our thoughts as to a task, With will constrained and rare. And yet we have; these scanty prayers Yield gold without alloy: O God, but he that trusts and dares Must have a boundless joy! Hits: 1 »

Morning Hymn By George MacDonald

Morning Hymn By George MacDonald

Morning Hymn O Lord of life, thy quickening voice Awakes my morning song! In gladsome words I would rejoice That I to thee belong. I see thy light, I feel thy wind; The world, it is thy word; Whatever wakes my heart and mind, Thy presence is, my Lord. The living soul which I call me Doth love, and l... »

If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun By George MacDonald

If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun By George MacDonald

If I Were A Monk, And If Thou Wert A Nun If I were a monk, and thou wert a nun, Pacing it wearily, wearily, Twixt chapel and cell till day were done- Wearily, wearily- How would it fare with these hearts of ours That need the sunshine, and smiles, and flowers? To prayer, to prayer, at the matinsR... »

Father By George MacDonald

Father By George MacDonald

Father Father, I cry to thee for bread With hungred longing, eager prayer; Thou hear’st, and givest me instead More hunger and a half-despair. 0 Lord, how long? My days decline, My youth is lapped in memories old; I need not bread alone, but wine- See, cup and hand to thee I hold! And yet thou... »

Christmas Prayer By George MacDonald

Christmas Prayer By George MacDonald

Christmas Prayer Cold my heart, and poor, and low, Like thy stable in the rock; Do not let it orphan go, It is of thy parent stock! Come thou in, and it will grow High and wide, a fane divine; Like the ruby it will glow, Like the diamond shine! Hits: 1 »

A Thanksgiving For F. D. Maurice By George MacDonald

A Thanksgiving For F. D. Maurice By George MacDonald

A Thanksgiving For F. D. Maurice The veil hath lifted and hath fallen; and him Who next it stood before us, first so long, We see not; but between the cherubim The light burns clearer: come-a thankful song! Lord, for thy prophet’s calm commanding voice, For his majestic innocence and truth, Fo... »

A Christmas Prayer By George MacDonald

A Christmas Prayer By George MacDonald

A Christmas Prayer Loving looks the large-eyed cow, Loving stares the long-eared ass At Heaven’s glory in the grass! Child, with added human birth Come to bring the child of earth Glad repentance, tearful mirth, And a seat beside the hearth At the Father’s knee- Make us peaceful as thy c... »

Were I A Skilful Painter By George MacDonald

Were I A Skilful Painter By George MacDonald

Were I A Skilful Painter Were I a skilful painter, My pencil, not my pen, Should try to teach thee hope and fear, And who would blame me then?- Fear of the tide of darkness That floweth fast behind, And hope to make thee journey on In the journey of the mind. Were I a skilful painter, What should I ... »

Oh Thou Of Little Faith By George MacDonald

Oh Thou Of Little Faith By George MacDonald

Oh Thou Of Little Faith Sad-hearted, be at peace: the snowdrop lies Buried in sepulchre of ghastly snow; But spring is floating up the southern skies, And darkling the pale snowdrop waits below. Let me persuade: in dull December’s day We scarce believe there is a month of June; But up the stai... »

Love Is Home By George MacDonald

Love Is Home By George MacDonald

Love Is Home Love is the part, and love is the whole; Love is the robe, and love is the pall; Ruler of heart and brain and soul, Love is the lord and the slave of all! I thank thee, Love, that thou lov’st me; I thank thee more that I love thee. Love is the rain, and love is the air, Love is th... »

Hame By George MacDonald

Hame By George MacDonald

Hame The warl it’s dottit wi’ hames As thick as gowans o’ the green, Aye bonnier ilk ane nor the lave To him wha there opent his een. An’ mony an’ bonny’s the hame That lies neth auld Scotlan’s crests, Her hills an’ her mountains they are the sides O&#... »

Dorcas By George MacDonald

Dorcas By George MacDonald

Dorcas If I might guess, then guess I would That, mid the gathered folk, This gentle Dorcas one day stood, And heard when Jesus spoke. She saw the woven seamless coat- Half envious, for his sake: ‘Oh, happy hands,’ she said, ‘that wrought The honoured thing to make!’ Her eyes... »

Baby By George MacDonald

Baby By George MacDonald

Baby Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere into 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 twinkles left in. Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here... »

A Prayer In Sickness By George MacDonald

A Prayer In Sickness By George MacDonald

A Prayer In Sickness Thou foldest me in sickness; Thou callest through the cloud; I batter with the thickness Of the swathing, blinding shroud: Oh, let me see thy face, The only perfect grace That thou canst show thy child. 0 father, being-giver, Take off the sickness-cloud; Saviour, my life deliver... »

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – July By George MacDonald

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – July By George MacDonald

A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – July 1. ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep! Moaning, poor Fancy’s doves are swept away. I sit alone, a sorrow half asleep, My consciousness the blackness all astir. No pilgrim I, a homeless wanderer- For how canst Th... »

Sabbath Bells By George MacDonald

Sabbath Bells By George MacDonald

Sabbath Bells Oh holy Sabbath bells, Ye have a pleasant voice! Through all the land your music swells, And man with one commandment tells To rest and to rejoice. As birds rejoice to flee From dark and stormy skies To brighter lands beyond the sea Where skies are calm, and wings are free To wander an... »

Reverence Waking Hope By George MacDonald

Reverence Waking Hope By George MacDonald

Reverence Waking Hope A power is on me, and my soul must speak To thee, thou grey, grey man, whom I behold With those white-headed children. I am bold To commune with thy setting, and to wreak My doubts on thy grey hair; for I would seek Thee in that other world, but I am told Thou goest elsewhere a... »

No End Of No-Story By George MacDonald

No End Of No-Story By George MacDonald

No End Of No-Story There is a river whose waters run asleep run run ever singing in the shallows dumb in the hollows sleeping so deep and all the swallows that dip their feathers in the hollows or in the shallows are the merriest swallows and the nests they make with the clay they cake with the wate... »

Let Your Light So Shine By George MacDonald

Let Your Light So Shine By George MacDonald

Let Your Light So Shine Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my head A lamp that well might pharos all the lands; Anon the light will neither rise nor spread: Shrouded in danger gray the beacon stands! A pharos? Oh dull brain! poor dying lamp Under a bushel with an earthy smell! Mouldering it stands,... »

Gaein And Comin By George MacDonald

Gaein And Comin By George MacDonald

Gaein And Comin Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaed The lift was lowerin dreary, The sun he wadna raise his heid, The win’ blew laich and eerie. In’s pooch he had a plack or twa- I vow he hadna mony, Yet Andrew like a linty sang, For Lizzie was sae bonny! O Lizzie, Lizzie, bonny lassie! Bo... »