The Diary of an Old soul by George MacDonald
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That lives and is, because outgoing still.
10. I am lost before thee, Father! yet I will Claim of thee my birthright ineffable. Thou lay'st it on me, son, to claim thee, sire; To that which thou hast made me, I aspire; To thee, the sun, upflames thy kindled fire. No man presumes in that to which he was born; Less than the gift to claim, would be the giver to scorn. 11. Henceforth all things thy dealings are with me For out of thee is nothing, or can be, And all things are to draw us home to thee. What matter that the knowers scoffing say, "This is old folly, plain to the new day"?-- If thou be such as thou, and they as they, Unto thy Let there be, they still must answer Nay. 12. They will not, therefore cannot, do not know him. Nothing they could know, could be God. In sooth, Unto the true alone exists the truth. They say well, saying Nature doth not show him: Truly she shows not what she cannot show; And they deny the thing they cannot know. |
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