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DECEMBER	A
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A dim vague shrinking haunts my soul	B
My spirit bodeth ill	C
As some far off restraining bank	D
Had burst and waters many a rank	D
Were marching on my hill	C
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As if I had no fire within	E
For thoughts to sit about	F
As if I had no flax to spin	E
No lamp to lure the good things in	E
And keep the bad things out	F
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The wind south west raves in the pines	G
That guard my cottage round	H
The sea waves fall in stormy lines	G
Below the sandy cliffs and chines	G
And swell the roaring sound	H
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The misty air the bellowing wind	I
Not often trouble me	J
The storm that's outside of the mind	I
Doth oftener wake my heart to find	I
More peace and liberty	J
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Why is not such my fate to night	K
Chance is not lord of things	G
Man were indeed a hapless wight	K
Things thoughts occurring as they might	K
Chaotic wallowings	G
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The man of moods might merely say	G
As by the fire he sat	L
I am low spirited to day	G
I must do something work or play	G
Lest care should kill the cat	L
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Not such my saw I was not meant	M
To be the sport of things	G
The mood has meaning and intent	M
And my dull heart is humbly bent	M
To have the truth it brings	G
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This sense of needed shelter round	H
This frequent mental start	N
Show what a poor life mine were found	H
To what a dead self I were bound	H
How feeble were my heart	N
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If I who think did stand alone	O
Centre to what I thought	P
A brain within a box of bone	O
A king on a deserted throne	O
A something that was nought	P
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A being without power to be	J
Or any power to cease	G
Whom objects but compelled to see	J
Whose trouble was a windblown sea	J
A windless sea his peace	G
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This very sadness makes me think	Q
How readily I might	P
Be driven to reason's farthest brink	Q
Then over it and sudden sink	Q
In ghastly waves of night	P
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It makes me know when I am glad	P
'Tis thy strength makes me strong	R
But for thy bliss I should be sad	P
But for thy reason should be mad	P
But for thy right be wrong	R
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Around me spreads no empty waste	P
No lordless host of things	G
My restlessness but seeks thy rest	P
My little good doth seek thy best	P
My needs thy ministerings	G
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'Tis this this only makes me safe	S
I am immediate	P
Of one that lives I am no waif	S
That haggard waters toss and chafe	S
But of a royal fate	P
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The born child of a Power that lives	G
Because it will and can	T
A Love whose slightest motion gives	G
A Freedom that forever strives	G
To liberate his Man	T
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I live not on the circling air	U
Live not by daily food	P
I live not even by thinkings fair	U
I hold my very being there	U
Where God is pondering good	P
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Because God lives I live because	G
He thinks I also think	Q
I am dependent on no laws	G
But on himself and without pause	G
Between us hangs no link	Q
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The man that lives he knows not how	V
May well fear any mouse	G
I should be trembling this same now	V
If I did think my Father thou	V
Wast nowhere in the house	G
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O Father lift me on thine arm	W
And hold me close to thee	J
Lift me into thy breathing warm	X
Then cast me and I fear no harm	W
Into creation's sea	J

George Macdonald

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