Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
George MacDonald. 18241905770. That Holy Thing
THEY all were looking for a king | |
To slay their foes and lift them high: | |
Thou cam’st, a little baby thing | |
That made a woman cry. | |
O Son of Man, to right my lot | 5 |
Naught but Thy presence can avail; | |
Yet on the road Thy wheels are not, | |
Nor on the sea Thy sail! | |
My how or when Thou wilt not heed, | |
But come down Thine own secret stair, | 10 |
That Thou mayst answer all my need— | |
Yea, every bygone prayer. |