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Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.

George MacDonald (1824–1905)

135. A Prayer for the Past

ALL sights and sounds of day and year,

All groups and forms, each leaf and gem,

Are thine, O God, nor will I fear

To talk to Thee of them.

Too great Thy heart is to despise,

Whose day girds centuries about;

From things which we name small, Thine eyes

See great things looking out.

Therefore the prayerful song I sing

May come to Thee in ordered words:

Though lowly born, it needs not cling

In terror to its chords.

I think that nothing made is lost;

That not a moon has ever shone,

That not a cloud my eyes hath crossed

But to my soul is gone.

That all the lost years garnered lie

In this Thy casket, my dim soul;

And Thou wilt, once, the key apply,

And show the shining whole.

But were they dead in me, they live

In Thee, Whose Parable is—Time,

And Worlds, and Forms—all things that give

Me thoughts, and this my rime.

Father, in joy our knees we bow:

This earth is not a place of tombs:

We are but in the nursery now;

They in the upper rooms.

For are we not at home in Thee,

And all this world a visioned show;

That, knowing what Abroad is, we

What Home is too may know?