The Human.

Within each living man there doth reside,
In some unrifled chamber of the heart,
A hidden treasure: wayward as thou art
I love thee, man, and bind thee to my side!
By that sweet act I purify my pride
And hasten onward--willing even to part
With pleasant graces: though thy hue is swart,
I bear thee company, thou art my guide!
Even in thy sinning wise beyond thy ken
To thee a subtle debt my soul is owing!
I take an impulse from the worst of men
That lends a wing unto my onward going;
Then let me pay them gladly back again
With prayer and love from Faith and Duty flowing!

George MacDonald

George MacDonald (1824–1905) was a Scottish author, poet, and Christian minister best known for his fairy tales and fantasy novels. He was a pioneer in the fantasy genre, influencing notable writers such as C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien. His major works include "Phantastes" and "Lilith," as well as numerous poems and other literary works. MacDonald's writings are characterized by their imaginative qualities and deep spiritual insight.

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        1.

        FROM thine, as then, the healing virtue goes
        Into our hearts--that is the Father's plan.
        From heart to heart it sinks, it steals, it flows,
        From these that know thee still infecting those.
        Here is my heart--from thine, Lord, fill it up,
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        When thou dost send out whirlwinds on thy seas,
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The Diary Of An Old Soul. - February.

        1.

        I TO myself have neither power nor worth,
        Patience nor love, nor anything right good;
        My soul is a poor land, plenteous in dearth--
        Here blades of grass, there a small herb for food--
        A nothing that would be something if it could;
        But if obedience, Lord, in me do grow,
        I shall one day be better than I know.

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        The worst power of an evil mood is this--
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The Diary Of An Old Soul. - October.

        1.

        REMEMBER, Lord, thou hast not made me good.
        Or if thou didst, it was so long ago
        I have forgotten--and never understood,
        I humbly think. At best it was a crude,
        A rough-hewn goodness, that did need this woe,
        This sin, these harms of all kinds fierce and rude,
        To shape it out, making it live and grow.

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        But thou art making me, I thank thee, sire.
        What thou hast done and doest thou know'st well,
        And I will help thee:--gently in thy fire
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        I will whirl patient, though my brain should reel;
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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 reach
        With upstretched hand the fringe of her attire,
        Yet meets the mother's hand down hurrying.

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        Even when their foolish words they turned on him,
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The Diary Of An Old Soul. - November

        1.

        THOU art of this world, Christ. Thou know'st it all;
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        Rounding us with a dark of mere decay,
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        Thou knowest all our weeping, fainting, striving;
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The Diary Of An Old Soul. - December.

        1.

        I AM a little weary of my life--
        Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the blood
        Too slowly laves the coral shores of thought,
        Or I am weary of weariness and strife.
        Open my soul-gates to thy living flood;
        I ask not larger heart-throbs, vigour-fraught,
        I pray thy presence, with strong patience rife.

        2.

        I will what thou will'st--only keep me sure
        That thou art willing; call to me now and then.
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        Willing thy will beyond all bounds of hope.

        3.
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