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George MacDonald - Let Your Light So ShineGeorge MacDonald - Let Your Light So Shine
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Sometimes, O Lord, thou lightest in my head A lamp that well might pharos all the lands; Anon the light will neither rise nor spread: Shrouded in danger gray the beacon stands! A pharos? Oh dull brain! poor dying lamp Under a bushel with an earthy smell! Mouldering it stands, in rust and eating damp, While the slow oil keeps oozing from its cell! For me it were enough to be a flower Knowing its root in thee, the Living, hid, Ordained to blossom at the appointed hour, And wake or sleep as thou, my Nature, bid; But hear my brethren in their darkling fright! Hearten my lamp that it may shine abroad Then will they cry—Lo, there is something bright! Who kindled it if not the shining God?
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