George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)

Lost But Safe

Lost the little one roams about,
Pathway or shelter none can find;
Blinking stars are coming out;
No one is moving but the wind;
It is no use to cry or shout,
All the world is still as a mouse;
One thing only eases her mind:
'Father knows I'm not in the house!' 

1. To A. J. Scott
2. Death
3. To One Threatened with Blindness
4. General Gordon
5. The Chrysalis

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