George MacDonald - MirlsGeorge MacDonald - Mirls
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The stars are steady abune;
I` the water they flichter and flee;
But, steady aye, luikin doon
They ken theirsels i` the sea.
A` licht, and clear, and free,
God, thou shinest abune;
Yet luik, and see thysel in me,
Aye on me luikin doon.
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Throu the heather an` how gaed the creepin thing,
But abune was the waff o` an angel`s wing.
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Hither an` thither, here an` awa,
Into the dub ye maunna fa`;
Oot o` the dub wad ye come wi` speed,
Ye maun lift yer han`s abune yer heid.
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Whaur`s nor sun nor mune,
Laigh things come abune.
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My thouchts are like worms in a starless gloamin
My hert`s like a sponge that`s fillit wi` gall;
My soul`s like a bodiless ghaist sent a roamin
I` the haar an` the mirk till the trumpet call.
Lord, turn ilk worm til a butterflee,
Wring oot my hert, an` fill `t frae thy ain;
My soul syne in patience its weird will dree,
An` luik for the mornin throu the rain.
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