Books by George MacDonald :The Poetical Works of George MacDonald (Parables) (original) (raw)

The Poetical Works of George MacDonald (Parables)

IV.

Something my brother said to me like this,

But how unlike it also, think, I pray: His eyes were music, and his smile a kiss;

Himself the word, his speech was but a ray

In the clear nimbus that with verity Of absolute utterance made a home-born day

Of truth about him, lamping solemnly;

And when he paused, there came a swift repose, Too high, too still to be called ecstasy--

A purple silence, lanced through in the close

By such keen thought that, with a sudden smiling, It grew sheen silver, hearted with burning rose.

He was a glory full of reconciling,

Of faithfulness, of love with no self-stain, Of tenderness, and care, and brother-wiling

Back to the bosom of a speechless gain.

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