The Wind Of The World

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Title:     The Wind Of The World
Author: George MacDonald [More Titles by MacDonald]

Chained is the Spring. The Night-wind bold
Blows over the hard earth;
Time is not more confused and cold,
Nor keeps more wintry mirth.

Yet blow, and roll the world about--
Blow, Time, blow, winter's Wind!
Through chinks of time heaven peepeth out,
And Spring the frost behind.

[The end]
George MacDonald's poem: Wind Of The World

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