The Prophet
Speak, Prophet of the Lord! We may not start To find thee with us in thine ancient dress, Haggard and pale from some bleak wilderness, Empty of all save God and thy loud heart, Nor with like rugged message quick to dart Into the hideous fiction mean and base; But yet, O prophet man, we need not less But more of earnest, though it is thy part To deal in other words, if thou wouldst smite The living Mammon, seated, not as then In bestial quiescence grimly dight, But robed as priest, and honoured of good men Yet thrice as much an idol-god as when He stared at his own feet from morn to night.
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"Speak, Prophet of the Lord! We may not start..."
Exploring the themes of classic, George MacDonald delivers a powerful performance in "The Prophet"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...