George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)

Traveller's Song

Bands of dark and bands of light
Lie athwart the homeward way;
Now we cross a belt of Night,
Now a strip of shining Day!

Now it is a month of June,
Now December's shivering hour;
Now rides high loved memories' Moon,
Now the Dark is dense with power!

Summers, winters, days, and nights,
Moons, and clouds, they come and go;
Joys and sorrows, pains, delights,
Hope and fear, and yes and no.

All is well: come, girls and boys,
Not a weary mile is vain!
Hark-dim laughter's radiant noise!
See the windows through the rain! 

1. To Garibaldi, with a Book
2. The Gospel Women. 8. The Widow with the Two Mites
3. A. M. D
4. To S. F. S.
5. The Gospel Women. 4. The Syrophenician Woman

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