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George MacDonald - Song of A Poor PilgrimGeorge MacDonald - Song of A Poor Pilgrim
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Roses all the rosy way! Roses to the rosier west Where the roses of the day Cling to night`s unrosy breast! Thou who mak`st the roses, why Give to every leaf a thorn? On thy rosy highway I Still am by thy roses torn! Pardon! I will not mistake These good thorns that make me fret! Goads to urge me, stings to wake, For my freedom they are set. Yea, on one steep mountain-side, Climbing to a fancied fold, Roses grasped had let me slide But the thorns did keep their hold. Out of darkness light is born, Out of weakness make me strong: One glad day will every thorn Break into a rose of song. Though like sparrow sit thy bird Lonely on the house-top dark, By the rosy dawning stirred Up will soar thy praising lark; Roses, roses all his song! Roses in a gorgeous feast! Roses in a royal throng, Surging, rosing from the east!
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