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George MacDonald - A Prayer for the Past: Now far from my old northern land,George MacDonald - A Prayer for the Past: Now far from my old northern land,
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Now far from my old northern land, I live where gentle winters pass; Where green seas lave a wealthy strand, And unsown is the grass; Where gorgeous sunsets claim the scope Of gazing heaven to spread their show, Hang scarlet clouds in the topmost cope, With fringes flaming low; With one beside me in whose eyes Once more old Nature finds a home; There treasures up her changeful skies, Her phosphorescent foam. O`er a new joy this day we bend, Soft power from heaven our souls to lift; A wondering wonder thou dost lend With loan outpassing gift— A little child. She sees the sun— Once more incarnates thy old law: One born of two, two born in one, Shall into one three draw. But is there no day creeping on Which I should tremble to renew? I thank thee, Lord, for what is gone— Thine is the future too! And are we not at home in Thee, And all this world a visioned show, That, knowing what Abroad is, we What Home is too may know?
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