Hymn For A Sick Girl
Father, in the dark I lay, Thirsting for the light, Helpless, but for hope alway In thy father-might. Out of darkness came the morn, Out of death came life, I, and faith, and hope, new-born, Out of moaning strife! So, one morning yet more fair, I shall, joyous-brave, Sudden breathing loftier air, Triumph o'er the grave. Though this feeble body lie Underneath the ground, Wide awake, not sleeping, I Shall in him be found. But a morn yet fairer must Quell this inner gloom-- Resurrection from the dust Of a deeper tomb! Father, wake thy little child; Give me bread and wine Till my spirit undefiled Rise and live in thine.
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"Father, in the dark I lay,..."
This evocative piece by George MacDonald, titled "Hymn For A Sick Girl", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...