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The Poetical Works of George MacDonald (Parables)

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I.

When, in the mid-sea of the night,

I waken at thy call, O Lord, The first that troop my bark aboard

Are darksome imps that hate the light, Whose tongues are arrows, eyes a blight--

Of wraths and cares a pirate horde-- Though on the mid-sea of the night

It was thy call that waked me, Lord.

Then I must to my arms and fight--

Catch up my shield and two-edged sword, The words of him who is thy word--

Nor cease till they are put to flight; Then in the mid-sea of the night

I turn and listen for thee, Lord.

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