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Galileo Post by :RichRick Category :Poems Author :George Macdonald Date :January 2011 Read :1015

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"And yet it moves!" Ah, Truth, where wert thou then
When all for thee they racked each piteous limb?
Wert thou in heaven, and busy with thy hymn
When those poor hands convulsed that held thy pen?
Art thou a phantom that deceives! men
To their undoing? or dost thou watch him
Pale, cold, and silent in his dungeon dim?
And wilt thou ever speak to him again?
"It moves, it moves! Alas, my flesh was weak!
That was a hideous dream! I'll cry aloud
How the green bulk wheels sunward day by day!
Ah me! ah me! perchance my heart was proud
That I alone should know that word to speak!
And now, sweet Truth, shine upon these, I pray."

(The end)
George MacDonald's poem: Galileo

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If thou wouldst live the Truth in very deed,Thou hast thy joy, but thou hast more of pain.Others will live in peace, and thou be fainTo bargain with despair, and in thy needTo make thy meal upon the scantiest weed.These palaces, for thee they stand in vain;Thine is a ruinous hut, and oft the rainShall drench thee in the midnight; yea, the speedOf earth outstrip thee, pilgrim, while thy feetMove slowly up the heights. Yet will there comeThrough the time-rents about thy moving cell,_Shot from the Truth's own bow, and flaming sweet,_An arrow for despair, and oft the humOf far-off populous

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The Dawn
And must I ever wake, gray dawn, to knowThee standing sadly by me like a ghost?I am perplexed with thee that thou shouldst costThis earth another turning! All aglowThou shouldst have reached me, with a purple showAlong far mountain-tops! and I would postOver the breadth of seas, though I were lostIn the hot phantom-chase for life, if soThou earnest ever with this numbing senseOf chilly distance and unlovely light,Waking this gnawing soul anew to fightWith its perpetual load: I drive thee hence!I have another mountain-range from whenceBursteth a sun unutterably bright!(The end)George MacDonald's poem: Dawn