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    I Would I Were A Child

    by George MacDonald
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    I would I were a child,
    That I might look, and laugh, and say, My Father!
    And follow Thee with running feet, or rather
    Be led thus through the wild.

    How I would hold thy hand!
    My glad eyes often to thy glory lifting,
    Which casts all beauteous shadows, ever shifting,
    Over this sea and land.

    If a dark thing came near,
    I would but creep within thy mantle's folding,
    Shut my eyes close, thy hand yet faster holding,
    And so forget my fear.

    O soul, O soul, rejoice!
    Thou art God's child indeed, for all thy sinning;
    A trembling child, yet his, and worth the winning
    With gentle eyes and voice.

    The words like echoes flow.
    They are too good; mine I can call them never;
    Such water drinking once, I should feel ever
    As I had drunk but now.

    And yet He said it so;
    'Twas He who taught our child-lips to say, Father!
    Like the poor youth He told of, that did gather
    His goods to him, and go.

    Ah! Thou dost lead me, God;
    But it is dark; no stars; the way is dreary;
    Almost I sleep, I am so very weary
    Upon this rough hill-road.

    Almost! Nay, I do sleep.
    There is no darkness save in this my dreaming;
    Thy Fatherhood above, around, is beaming;
    Thy hand my hand doth keep.

    This torpor one sun-gleam
    Would break. My soul hath wandered into sleeping;
    Dream-shades oppress; I call to Thee with weeping,
    Wake me from this my dream.

    And as a man doth say,
    Lo! I do dream, yet trembleth as he dreameth;
    While dim and dream-like his true history seemeth,
    Lost in the perished day;

    (For heavy, heavy night
    Long hours denies the day) so this dull sorrow
    Upon my heart, but half believes a morrow
    Will ever bring thy light.

    God, art Thou in the room?
    Come near my bed; oh! draw aside the curtain;
    A child's heart would say Father, were it certain
    That it did not presume.

    But if this dreary bond
    I may not break, help Thou thy helpless sleeper;
    Resting in Thee, my sleep will sink the deeper,
    All evil dreams beyond.

    Father! I dare at length.
    My childhood, thy gift, all my claim in speaking;
    Sinful, yet hoping, I to Thee come, seeking
    Thy tenderness, my strength.
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