George MacDonald (Джордж Макдональд)

Appeal

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.

1. The Gospel Women. 16. The Woman That Was a Sinner
2. Concerning Jesus
3. The Gospel Women. 3. The Mother of Zebedee's Children
4. A Memorial of Africa
5. The Gospel Women. 7. The Woman Who Came behind Him in the Crowd

Anne Brontë (Энн Бронте) Appeal ("Oh, I am very weary")

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