George MacDonald Waking Poems

A child was born in sin and shame,
Wronged by his very birth,
Without a home, without a name,
One over in the earth.
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A power is on me, and my soul must speak
To thee, thou grey, grey man, whom I behold
With those white-headed children. I am bold
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I have not any fearful tale to tell
Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,
Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sell
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