:note:
Thou workest perfectly
And if it seem some things
are not so well
'tis but because they are
too lofty deep
too lofty wise
for me, poor child,
to understand their laws.
My highest wisdom,
half is but a dream;
My love runs helpless
like a falling stream.
Thy good embraces ill
and lo,
its illness dies.
by George MacDonald
(1824-1905)
Thou workest perfectly
And if it seem some things
are not so well
'tis but because they are
too lofty deep
too lofty wise
for me, poor child,
to understand their laws.
My highest wisdom,
half is but a dream;
My love runs helpless
like a falling stream.
Thy good embraces ill
and lo,
its illness dies.
by George MacDonald
(1824-1905)
