The Diary of an Old soul by George MacDonald
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Of all dismay, and every weak excess.
His presence shall be better in our pain, Than even self-absence to the weaker brain. 29. "Father, let this cup pass." He prayed--was heard. What cup was it that passed away from him? Sure not the death-cup, now filled to the brim! There was no quailing in the awful word; He still was king of kings, of lords the lord:-- He feared lest, in the suffering waste and grim, His faith might grow too faint and sickly dim. 30. Thy mind, my master, I will dare explore; What we are told, that we are meant to know. Into thy soul I search yet more and more, Led by the lamp of my desire and woe. If thee, my Lord, I may not understand, I am a wanderer in a houseless land, A weeping thirst by hot winds ever fanned. 31. Therefore I look again--and think I see That, when at last he did cry out, "My God, Why hast thou me forsaken?" straight man's rod Was turned aside; for, that same moment, he |
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