George MacDonald (Äæîðäæ Ìàêäîíàëüä)

A Father to a Mother

When God's own child came down to earth,
High heaven was very glad;
The angels sang for holy mirth;
Not God himself was sad!

Shall we, when ours goes homeward, fret?
Come, Hope, and wait on Sorrow!
The little one will not forget;
It's only till to-morrow!

1. Song of the Waiting Dead
2. The Women who Ministered unto Him
3. Truth, not Form!
4. Appeal
5. Faith

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