Smoke
Lord, I have laid my heart upon thy altar But cannot get the wood to burn; It hardly flares ere it begins to falter And to the dark return. Old sap, or night-fallen dew, makes damp the fuel; In vain my breath would flame provoke; Yet see--at every poor attempt's renewal To thee ascends the smoke! 'Tis all I have--smoke, failure, foiled endeavour, Coldness and doubt and palsied lack: Such as I have I send thee!--perfect Giver, Send thou thy lightning back.
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"Lord, I have laid my heart upon thy altar..."
This evocative piece by George MacDonald, titled "Smoke", 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...