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George MacDonald - Blind SorrowGeorge MacDonald - Blind Sorrow
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"My life is drear; walking I labour sore; The heart in me is heavy as a stone; And of my sorrows this the icy core: Life is so wide, and I am all alone!" Thou did`st walk so, with heaven-born eyes down bent Upon the earth`s gold-rosy, radiant clay, That thou had`st seen no star in all God`s tent Had not thy tears made pools first on the way. Ah, little knowest thou the tender care In a love-plenteous cloak around thee thrown! Full many a dim-seen, saving mountain-stair Toiling thou climb`st—but not one step alone! Lift but thy languid head and see thy guide; Let thy steps go in his, nor choose thine own; Then soon wilt thou, thine eyes with wonder wide, Cry, Now I know I never was alone!
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