"FROM EDEN'S BOWERS THE FULL-FED RIVERS FLOW, TO GUIDE THE OUTCASTS TO THE LAND OF WOE;-(MACDONALD) "A DEEPER CHILDHOOD FIRST AWAY MUST WIPE-(G. MACDONALD) [THIS thoughtful poet and eloquent writer is the author of numerous "No lover of poetry," says a writer in the Athenæum, “will be insen- OUR EARTH ONE LITTLE TOILING STREAMLET YIELDS, TO GUIDE THE WANDERERS TO THE HAPPY FIELDS."-MACDONALD. AUTUMN SONG. UTUMN clouds are flying, flying, Late so lovely new. Labouring wains are slowly rolling Goldener light sets noon a-sleeping Like an afternoon; Colder airs come stealing, creeping, After sun and moon; THE CONSCIOUSNESS WHICH WAS OUR MANHOOD'S PAIN."-MACDONALD. "BETTER TO SIT AT THE WATER'S BIRTH THAN A SEA OF WAVES TO WIN, GEORGE MACDONALD) 278 BE THY HEART A WELL OF LOVE, MY CHILD; GEORGE MACDONALD. TO LIVE IN THE LOVE THAT FLOWETH FORTH, THAN THE LOVE THAT COMETH IN."-MACDONALD, ["Labouring wains are slowly rolling home And the leaves, all tired of blowing Autumn's sun is sinking, sinking And our hearts are thinking, thinking FLOWING, AND FREE, AND SURE."-MACDONALD. "SO JOY AFTER JOY MAY GO SWEEPING OVER THE ANCIENT PAIN-(GEORGE MACDONALD) SIR LARK AND KING SUN: A PARABLE. OOD morrow, my lord!" in the sky alone, BREAKS COMMON LIFE asunder."-George MACDONALD. 279 DROWNED IN WAVES AND WAVES OF WEEPING, IT WILL RISE AGAIN."-GEORGE MACDONALD. "THE TONGUES OF WHISPERING TREES TO HEAR, THE SERMON OF THE SILENT STONE; ["To catch the first shine of your golden hair."] "Must I thank you then," said the king, "Sir Lark, For flying so high and hating the dark? You ask a full cup for half a thirst: Half was love of me, and half love to be first. SHOWS PRINTS OF SAVING FEET, BOTH OLD AND NEW."-G. MACDONALD, GOD, IN THE DREARIEST PATHS THAT MEN HAVE TROD, MACDONALD) TO READ IN BROOKS THE LESSON DEAR OF NATURE WORKING ALL ALONE."-MACDONALD. FINDS MORE IN ANY HUMAN FACE, BECLOUDED ALL WITH WRONG AND DOUBT, GEORGE MACDONALD) HE WHOSE HEART IS FULL OF GRACE SIR LARK AND KING SUN: A PARABLE. 281 There's many a bird makes no such haste, But waits till I come: that's as much to my taste." And King Sun hid his head in a turban of cloud, But he flew up higher, and thought, "Anon So he flew with the strength of a lark he flew ; His wings had had no chrism of gold; Did I say alone? Ah, no such thing! 66 'Welcome, Sir Lark! You look tired," said he ; While you have been singing so high and away, He had set his crown all about the nest, And out of the midst shone her little brown breast: That for wonder and awe Sir Lark grew cold. TO BROTHERS, SISTERS, ROUND ABOUT, THAN SHINES IN NATURE'S HOLIEST PLACE, WHERE MOUNTAINS DWELL AND STREAMS RUN OUT."-MACDONALD. |