The Poetical Works of George MacDonald (Parables)
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With what I thus beheld, glorified then, "God, let me love my fill and pass!" I sighed,
And dead, for love had almost died again.
"O fathers, brothers, I am yours!" I cried; "O mothers, sisters. I am nothing now
Save as I am yours, and in you sanctified!
O men, O women, of the peaceful brow,
And infinite abysses in the eyes Whence God's ineffable gazes on me, how
Care ye for me, impassioned and unwise?
Oh ever draw my heart out after you! Ever, O grandeur, thus before me rise
And I need nothing, not even for love will sue!
I am no more, and love is all in all! Henceforth there is, there can be nothing new--
All things are always new!" Then, like the fall
Of a steep avalanche, my joy fell steep: Up in my spirit rose as it were the call
Of an old sorrow from an ancient deep;
For, with my eyes fixed on the eyes of him Whom I had loved before I learned to creep--
God's vicar in his twilight nursery dim
To gather us to the higher father's knee-- I saw a something fill their azure rim
That caught him worlds and years away from me;
And like a javelin once more through me passed The pang that pierced me walking on the sea:
"O saints," I cried, "must loss be still the last?"