George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)

Blind Sorrow

'My life is drear; walking I labour sore;
The heart in me is heavy as a stone;
And of my sorrows this the icy core:
Life is so wide, and I am all alone!'

Thou did'st walk so, with heaven-born eyes down bent
Upon the earth's gold-rosy, radiant clay,
That thou had'st seen no star in all God's tent
Had not thy tears made pools first on the way.

Ah, little knowest thou the tender care
In a love-plenteous cloak around thee thrown!
Full many a dim-seen, saving mountain-stair
Toiling thou climb'st-but not one step alone!

Lift but thy languid head and see thy guide;
Let thy steps go in his, nor choose thine own;
Then soon wilt thou, thine eyes with wonder wide, Cry,
Now I know I never was alone! 

1. What the Lord Saith
2. Song of the Waiting Dead
3. De Profundis
4. Christmas Meditation
5. Born of Water

Ella Wilcox (Элла Уилкокс) Blind Sorrow ("One bitter time of mourning, I remember")

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