Poem by George MacDonald

Appeal

If in my arms I bore my child,
Would he cry out for fear
Because the night was dark and wild
And no one else was near?

Shall I then treat thee, Father, as
My fatherhood would grieve?
I will be hopeful, though, alas,
I cannot quite believe!

I had no power, no wish to be:
Thou madest me half blind!
The darkness comes! I cling to thee!
Be thou my perfect mind.

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

Anne Brontë Appeal ("Oh, I am very weary")

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