Saturday, April 27, 2019

Hard Times

I am weary, and very lonely,
    And can but think--think.
If there were some water only
    That a spirit might drink--drink!
        And arise,
        With light in the eyes
And a crown of hope on the brow,
    To walk abroad in the strength of gladness,
    Not sit in the house benumbed with sadness---
          As now!

But, Lord, thy child will be sad--
      As sad it pleases thee ;
  Will sit, not seeking to be glad,
      Till thou bid sadness flee ;
          And drawing near
          With a kind "good cheer,"
    Awake the life in me

-- George MacDonald, Violin Songs

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