Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
That Holy ThingGeorge MacDonald (18241905)
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To slay their foes and lift them high:
Thou cam’st, a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.
Naught but Thy presence can avail;
Yet on the road Thy wheels are not,
Nor on the sea Thy sail!
But come down thine own secret stair,
That Thou mayst answer all my need—
Yea, every bygone prayer.