From The German: Song Of The Lonely

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Title:     From The German: Song Of The Lonely
Author: George MacDonald [More Titles by MacDonald]

Son, first-born, at home abiding!
All without is cold and bare:
Hide me from the tempest's chiding
Warm beside the Father's chair.

I am homesick, Lord of splendour!
Twilight fills my soul with fright:
Let thy countenance befriend her,
Shining from the halls of light.

I am homesick, loving Father!
Long years hath the pain increased:
Soon, oh soon! thy children gather
To the endless marriage-feast.

[The end]
George MacDonald's poem: From The German: Song Of The Lonely

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