Poem by George MacDonald

Dejection

O Father, I am in the dark,
My soul is heavy-bowed:
I send my prayer up like a lark,
Up through my vapoury shroud,
To find thee,
And remind thee
I am thy child, and thou my father,
Though round me death itself should gather.

Lay thy loved hand upon my head,
Let thy heart beat in mine;
One thought from thee, when all seems dead,
Will make the darkness shine
About me
And throughout me!
And should again the dull night gather,
I'll cry again, Thou art my father.

1. What the Lord Saith
2. De Profundis
3. Noontide Hymn
4. I See Thee Not
5. Song of the Waiting Dead

Anna Barbauld Dejection ("When sickness clouds the languid eye")

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