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The Consoler: On An Engraving Of Scheffer's Christus Consolator Post by :websitejack Category :Poems Author :George Macdonald Date :January 2011 Read :2040

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The Consoler: On An Engraving Of Scheffer's Christus Consolator


What human form is this? what form divine?
And who are these that gaze upon his face
Mild, beautiful, and full of heavenly grace,
With whose reflected light the gazers shine?
Saviour, who does not know it to be thine?
Who does not long to fill a gazer's place?
And yet there is no time, there is no space
To keep away thy servants from thy shrine!
Here if we kneel, and watch with faithful eyes,
Thou art not too far for faithful eyes to see,
Thou art not too far to turn and look on me,
To speak to me, and to receive my sighs.
Therefore for ever I forget the skies,
And find an everlasting Sun in thee.


Oh let us never leave that happy throng!
From that low attitude of love not cease!
In all the world there is no other peace,
In all the world no other shield from wrong.
But chiefly, Saviour, for thy feet we long--
For no vain quiet, for no pride's increase--
But that, being weak, and Thou divinely strong,
Us from our hateful selves thou mayst release.
We wander from thy fold's free holy air,
Forget thy looks, and take our fill of sin!
But if thou keep us evermore within,
We never surely can forget thee there--
Breathing thy breath, thy white robe given to wear,
And loving thee for all thou diedst to win!


To speak of him in language of our own,
Is not for us too daringly to try;
But, Saviour, we can read thy history
Upon the faces round thy humble throne;
And as the flower among the grass makes known
What summer suns have warmed it from the sky,
As every human smile and human sigh
Is witness that we do not live alone,
So in that company--in those sweet tears,
The first-born of a rugged melted heart,
In those gaunt chains for ever torn apart,
And in the words that weeping mother hears,
We read the story of two thousand years,
And know thee somewhat, Saviour, as thou art.

(The end)
George MacDonald's poem: Consoler: On An Engraving Of Scheffer's Christus Consolator

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I cannot write old verses here, Dead things a thousand years away,When all the life of the young year Is in the summer day.The roses make the world so sweet, The bees, the birds have such a tune,There's such a light and such a heat And such a joy this June,One must expand one's heart with praise, And make the memory secureOf sunshine and the woodland days And summer twilights pure.Oh listen rather! Nature's song Comes from the waters, beating tides,Green-margined rivers, and the throng Of streams on mountain-sides.So fair those water-spirits are,

Contrition Contrition

Out of the gulf into the glory, Father, my soul cries out to be lifted.Dark is the woof of my dismal story, Thorough thy sun-warp stormily drifted!--Out of the gulf into the glory,Lift me, and save my story.I have done many things merely shameful; I am a man ashamed, my father!My life is ashamed and broken and blameful-- The broken and blameful, oh, cleanse and gather!Heartily shame me, Lord, of the shameful!To my judge I flee with my blameful.Saviour, at peace in thy perfect purity, Think what it is, not to be pure!Strong in thy love's