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Song-Prayer: After King David.

    By George MacDonald



    I shall be satisfied
    With the seeing of thy face.
    When I awake, wide-eyed,
    I shall be satisfied
    With what this life did hide,
    The one supernal grace!
    I shall be satisfied
    With the seeing of thy face.



    DECEMBER 27, 1879

    Every time would have its song
        If the heart were right,
    Seeing Love all tender-strong
        Fills the day and night.


    Weary drop the hands of Prayer
        Calling out for peace;
    Love always and everywhere
        Sings and does not cease.

    Fear, the caitiff, through the night
        Silent peers about;
    Love comes singing with a light
        And doth cast him out.

    Hate and Guile and Wrath and Doubt
        Never try to sing;
    If they did, oh, what a rout
        Anguished ears would sting!

    Pride indeed will sometimes aim
        At the finer speech,
    But the best that he can frame
        Is a peacock-screech.

    Greed will also sometimes try:
        Happiness he hunts!
    But his dwelling is a sty,
        And his tones are grunts.

    Faith will sometimes raise a song
        Soaring up to heaven,
    Then she will be silent long,
        And will weep at even.

    Hope has many a gladsome note
        Now and then to pipe;
    But, alas, he has the throat
        Of a bird unripe.

    Often Joy a stave will start
        Which the welkin rends,
    But it always breaks athwart,
        And untimely ends.

    Grief, who still for death doth long,
        Always self-abhorred,
    Has but one low, troubled song,
    I am sorry, Lord.

    But Love singeth in the vault.
        Singeth on the stair;
    Even for Sorrow will not halt,
        Singeth everywhere.

    For the great Love everywhere
        Over all doth glow;
    Draws his birds up trough the air,
        Tends his birds below.

    And with songs ascending sheer
        Love-born Love replies,
    Singing Father in his ear
        Where she bleeding lies.

    Therefore, if my heart were right
        I should sing out clear,
    Sing aloud both day and night
        Every month in the year!



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