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Poem by George MacDonald


Song of the Waiting Dead


With us there is no gray fearing,
With us no aching for lack!
For the morn it is always nearing,
And the night is at our back.
At times a song will fall dumb,
A thought-bell burst in a sigh,
But no one says, "He will not come!"
She says, "He is almost nigh!"

The thing you call a sorrow
Is our delight on its way:
We know that the coming morrow
Comes on the wheels of to-day!
Our Past is a child asleep;
Delay is ripening the kiss;
The rising tear we will not weep
Until it flow for bliss.



George MacDonald


George MacDonald's other poems:
  1. On the Source of the Arve
  2. Mary Magdalene
  3. Blind Bartimeus
  4. The Women who Ministered unto Him
  5. No Sign


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