If in my arms I bore my child,
Would he cry out for fear
Because the night was dark and wild
And no one else was near?
Shall I then treat thee, Father, as
My fatherhood would grieve?
I will be hopeful, though, alas,
I cannot quite believe!
I had no power, no wish to be:
Thou madest me half blind!
The darkness comes! I cling to thee!
Be thou my perfect mind.
Appeal
George Macdonald
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