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My wife contrived a fleecy thing	A
Her husband to infold	B
For 'tis the pride of woman still	C
To cover from the cold	B
My daughter made it a new text	B
For a sermon very old	B
	-
The child came trotting to her side	B
Ready with bootless aid	B
Lily make veckit for papa	D
The tiny woman said	B
Her mother gave the means and ways	E
And a knot upon her thread	B
	-
Mamma mamma it won't come through	F
In meek dismay she cried	B
Her mother cut away the knot	B
And she was satisfied	B
Pulling the long thread through and through	F
In fabricating pride	B
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Her mother told me this I caught	B
A glimpse of something more	G
Great meanings often hide behind	B
The little word before	G
And I brooded over my new text	B
Till the seed a sermon bore	G
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Nannie to you I preach it now	H
A little sermon low	I
Is it not thus a thousand times	J
As through the world we go	I
Do we not tug and fret and cry	K
Instead of Yes Lord No	I
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While all the rough things that we meet	B
Which will not move a jot	B
The hindrances to heart and feet	B
The Crook in every Lot	B
Mean plainly but that children's threads	L
Have at the end a knot	B
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This world of life God weaves for us	M
Nor spares he pains or cost	B
But we must turn the web to clothes	N
And shield our hearts from frost	B
Shall we because the thread holds fast	B
Count labour vain and lost	B
	-
If he should cut away the knot	B
And yield each fancy wild	B
The hidden life within our hearts	O
His life the undefiled	B
Would fare as ill as I should fare	P
From the needle of my child	B
	-
As tack and sheet unto the sail	Q
As to my verse the rime	R
	-
As mountains to the low green earth	S
So hard for feet to climb	R
As call of striking clock amid	B
The quiet flow of time	R
	-
As sculptor's mallet to the birth	S
Of the slow dawning face	T
As knot upon my Lily's thread	B
When she would work apace	T
God's Nay is such and worketh so	I
For his children's coming grace	T
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Who knowing God's intent with him	R
His birthright would refuse	U
What makes us what we have to be	V
Is the only thing to choose	U
We understand nor end nor means	W
And yet his ways accuse	U
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This is my sermon It is preached	B
Against all fretful strife	X
Chafe not with anything that is	Y
Nor cut it with thy knife	X
Ah be not angry with the knot	B
That holdeth fast thy life	X

George Macdonald

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