The Diary of an Old soul by George MacDonald
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page 61 of 126 (48%)
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>From God's heart torn, rootless to man's they cling.
22. Life-giving love rots to devouring fire; Justice corrupts to despicable revenge; Motherhood chokes in the dam's jealous mire; Hunger for growth turns fluctuating change; Love's anger grand grows spiteful human wrath, Hunting men out of conscience' holy path; And human kindness takes the tattler's range. 23. Nothing can draw the heart of man but good; Low good it is that draws him from the higher-- So evil--poison uncreate from food. Never a foul thing, with temptation dire, Tempts hellward force created to aspire, But walks in wronged strength of imprisoned Truth, Whose mantle also oft the Shame indu'th. 24. Love in the prime not yet I understand-- Scarce know the love that loveth at first hand: Help me my selfishness to scatter and scout; Blow on me till my love loves burningly; Then the great love will burn the mean self out, And I, in glorious simplicity, |
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