George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)

A Better Thing

I took it for a bird of prey that soared
High over ocean, battled mount, and plain;
'Twas but a bird-moth, which with limp horns gored
The invisibly obstructing window-pane!

Better than eagle, with far-towering nerve
But downward bent, greedy, marauding eye,
Guest of the flowers, thou art: unhurt they serve
Thee, little angel of a lower sky! 

1. The Gospel Women. 8. The Widow with the Two Mites
2. A. M. D
3. To Garibaldi, with a Book
4. To S. F. S.
5. The Gospel Women. 6. The Woman whom Satan had bound

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