Poem by George MacDonald

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. To A. J. Scott
2. Russell Gurney
3. Death
4. To Aubrey de Vere
5. General Gordon

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