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    Mary Magdalene

    by George MacDonald
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    With eyes aglow, and aimless zeal,
    Throughout the land she goes;
    Her tones, her motions, all reveal
    A mind without repose.

    She climbs the hills, she haunts the sea,
    By madness tortured, driven;
    One hour's forgetfulness would be
    A gift from very heaven.

    The night brings sleep, the sleep distress;
    The torture of the day
    Returns as free, in darker dress,
    In more secure dismay.

    No soft-caressing, soothing palm
    Her confidence can raise;
    No eye hath loving force to calm
    And draw her answering gaze.

    He comes. He speaks. A light divine
    Dawns gracious in thy soul;
    Thou seest love and order shine,--
    His health will make thee whole.

    One wrench of pain, one pang of death,
    And in a faint delight,
    Thou liest, waiting for new breath,
    For morning out of night.

    Thou risest up: the earth is fair,
    The wind is cool and free;
    As when a dream of mad despair
    Dissolves in ecstasy.

    And, pledge of life and future high,
    Thou seest the Master stand;
    The life of love is in his eye,
    Its power is in his hand.

    What matter that the coming time
    Will stain thy virgin name;
    Attribute thy distress to crime
    The worst for woman-fame;

    Yea, call that woman Magdalen,
    Whom slow-reviving grace
    Turneth at last from evil men
    To seek the Father's face.

    What matters it? The night is gone;
    Right joyous shines the sun;
    The same clear sun that always shone
    Ere sorrow had begun.

    Oh! any name may come and bide,
    If he be well content
    To see not seldom by his side
    Thy head serenely bent.

    Thou, sharing in the awful doom,
    Wilt help thy Lord to die;
    And, mourning o'er his empty tomb,
    First share his victory.
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