Poems by George MacDonald
Forgiveness
... God smiles, wipes clean the upper side and nether, ...
Song of A Poor Pilgrim
... These good thorns that make me fret! ...
Lost and Found
... Through books and arts and works without an end, ...
Prayer
... We doubt the word that tells us: Ask, ...
Martha
... Thou, all thy household cares forgot, ...
Room to Roam
... Yes; but the strait path leads into a boundless home ...
December 27, 1879
... Grief, who still for death doth long, ...
To Gordon Leaving Khartoum
... For the truth he hath witnessed and striven, ...
The New Year
... What man that bears his sheaves, gold-nodding, home, ...
The Homeless Ghost
... And her limbs shine through, like thin-filmed seeds, ...
Blessed Are The Meek, For They Shall Inherit The Earth
... The sun will cast great crowns of light ...
A Song-Sermon
... Then wouldst thou call through death's dank air ...
The Widow of Nain
... The lips would speak: the eyes' wild stare ...
Confidence
... Press thy face in the grass, and do not speak ...
A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - April
... Ceaseless through space, because thou everything dost fill ...
