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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