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The Diary of an Old Soul
The Diary of an Old Soul
by George MacDonald
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The Diary of an Old Soul
DEDICATION
Sweet friends； receive my offering。 You will find Against each worded
page a white page set： This is the mirror of each friendly mind
Reflecting that。 In this book we are met。 Make it； dear hearts； of worth to
you indeed： Let your white page be ground； my print be seed； Growing
to golden ears； that faith and hope shall feed。
YOUR OLD SOUL
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JANUARY。
1。
LORD； what I once had done with youthful might； Had I been from
the first true to the truth； Grant me； now old； to dowith better sight； And
humbler heart； if not the brain of youth； So wilt thou； in thy gentleness and
ruth； Lead back thy old soul； by the path of pain； Round to his bestyoung
eyes and heart and brain。
2。
A dim aurora rises in my east； Beyond the line of jagged questions
hoar； As if the head of our intombed High Priest Began to glow behind the
unopened door： Sure the gold wings will soon rise from the gray！ They
rise not。 Up I rise； press on the more； To meet the slow coming of the
Master's day。
3。
Sometimes I wake； and； lo！ I have forgot； And drifted out upon an
ebbing sea！ My soul that was at rest now resteth not； For I am with myself
and not with thee； Truth seems a blind moon in a glaring morn； Where
nothing is but sick…heart vanity： Oh； thou who knowest！ save thy child
forlorn。
4。
Death； like high faith； levelling； lifteth all。 When I awake； my daughter
and my son； Grown sister and brother； in my arms shall fall； Tenfold my
girl and boy。 Sure every one Of all the brood to the old wings will run。
Whole…hearted is my worship of the man 》From whom my earthly history
began。
5。
Thy fishes breathe but where thy waters roll； Thy birds fly but within
thy airy sea； My soul breathes only in thy infinite soul； I breathe； I think； I
love； I live but thee。 Oh breathe； oh think；O Love； live into me；
Unworthy is my life till all divine； Till thou see in me only what is thine。
6。
Then shall I breathe in sweetest sharing； then Think in harmonious
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consort with my kin； Then shall I love well all my father's men； Feel one
with theirs the life my heart within。 Oh brothers！ sisters holy！ hearts divine！
Then I shall be all yours； and nothing mine To every human heart a
mother…twin。
7。
I see a child before an empty house； Knocking and knocking at the
closed door； He wakes dull echoesbut nor man nor mouse； If he stood
knocking there for evermore。 A mother angel； see！ folding each wing；
Soft…walking； crosses straight the empty floor； And opens to the obstinate
praying thing。
8。
Were there but some deep； holy spell； whereby Always I should
remember theesome mode Of feeling the pure heat…throb momently Of
the spirit…fire still uttering this I！ Lord； see thou to it； take thou
remembrance' load： Only when I bethink me can I cry； Remember thou；
and prick me with love's goad。
9。
If to myself〃God sometimes interferes〃 I said； my faith at once
would be struck blind。 I see him all in all； the lifing mind； Or nowhere in
the vacant miles and years。 A love he is that watches and that hears； Or but
a mist fumed up from minds of men； Whose fear and hope reach out
beyond their ken。
10。
When I no more can stir my soul to move； And life is but the ashes of
a fire； When I can but remember that my heart Once used to live and love；
long and aspire； Oh； be thou then the first； the one thou art； Be thou the
calling； before all answering love； And in me wake hope； fear； boundless
desire。
11。
I thought that I had lost thee； but； behold！ Thou comest to me from the
horizon low； Across the fields outspread of green and gold Fair carpet for
thy feet to come and go。 Whence I know not； or how to me thou art come！…
… Not less my spirit with calm bliss doth glow； Meeting thee only thus； in
nature vague and dumb。
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12。
Doubt swells and surges； with swelling doubt behind！ My soul in
storm is but a tattered sail； Streaming its ribbons on the torrent gale； In
calm； 'tis but a limp and flapping thing： Oh！ swell it with thy breath； make
it a wing； To sweep through thee the ocean； with thee the wind Nor rest
until in thee its haven it shall find。
13。
The idle flapping of the sail is doubt； Faith swells it full to breast the
breasting seas。 Bold； conscience； fast； and rule the ruling helm； Hell's
freezing north no tempest can send out； But it shall toss thee homeward to
thy leas； Boisterous wave…crest never shall o'erwhelm Thy sea…float bark
as safe as field…borne rooted elm。
14。
Sometimes； hard…trying； it seems I cannot pray For doubt； and pain；
and anger； and all strife。 Yet some poor half…fledged prayer…bird from the
nest May fall； flit； fly； perchcrouch in the bowery breast Of the large；
nation…healing tree of life； Moveless there sit through all the burning day；
And on my heart at night a fresh leaf cooling lay。
15。
My harvest withers。 Health； my means to live All things seem
rushing straight into the dark。 But the dark still is God。 I would not give
The smallest silver…piece to turn the rush Backward or sideways。 Am I not
a spark Of him who is the light？Fair hope doth flush My east。Divine
successOh； hush and hark！
16。
Thy will be done。 I yield up everything。 〃The life is more than meat〃
then more than health； 〃The body more than raiment〃then than wealth；
The hairs I made not； thou art numbering。 Thou art my lifeI the brook；
thou the spring。 Because thine eyes are open； I can see； Because thou art
thyself； 'tis therefore I am me。
17。
No sickness can come near to blast my health； My life depends not
upon any meat； My bread comes not from any human tilth； No wings will
grow upon my changeless wealth； Wrong cannot touch it； violence or
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deceit； Thou art my life； my health； my bank； my barn And from all
other gods thou plain dost warn。
18。
Care thou for mine whom I must leave behind； Care that they know
who 'tis for them takes care； Thy present patience help them still to bear；
Lord； keep them clearing； growing； heart and mind； In one thy oneness us
together bind； Last earthly prayer with which to thee I cling Grant that；
save love； we owe not anything。
19。
'Tis well； for unembodied thought a live； True house to buildof
stubble； wood； nor hay； So； like bees round the flower by which they
thrive； My thoughts are busy with the informing truth； And as I build； I
feed； and grow in youth Hoping to stand fresh； clean； and strong； and
gay； When up the east comes dawning His great day。
20。
Thy will is truth'tis therefore fate； the strong。 Would that my will did
sweep full swing with thine！ Then harmony with every spheric song； And
conscious power； would give sureness divine。 Who thinks to thread thy
great laws' onward throng； Is as a fly that creeps his foolish way Athwart
an engine's wheels in smooth resistless play。
21。
Thou in my heart hast planted； gardener divine； A scion of the tree of
life： it grows； But not in every wind or weather it blows； The leaves fall
sometimes from the baby tree； And the life…power seems melting into pine；
Yet still the sap keeps struggling to the shine； And the unseen root clings
cramplike unto thee。
22。
Do thou； my God； my spirit's weather control； And as I do not gloom
though the day be dun； Let me not gloom when earth…born vapours roll
Across the infinite zenith of my soul。 Should sudden brain…frost through
the heart's summer run； Cold； weary； joyless； waste of air and sun； Thou
art my south； my summer…wind； my all； my one。
23。
O Life； why dost thou close me up in death？ O Health； why make me
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inhabit heaviness？ I ask； yet know： the sum of this distress； Pang…
haunted body； sore…dismayed mind； Is but the egg that rounds the winged
faith； When that its path into the air shall find； My heart will follow； high
above cold； rain； and wind。
24。
I can no more than lift my weary eyes； Therefore I lift my weary eyes…
…no more。 But my eyes pull my heart； and that； before 'Tis well awake；
knocks where the conscience lies； Conscience runs quick to the spirit's
hidden door： Straightway； from every sky…ward window； cries Up to the
Father's listening ears arise。
25。
Not in my fancy now I search to find thee； Not in its loftiest forms
would shape or bind thee； I cry to one whom I can never know； Filling me
with an infinite overflow； Not to a shape that dwells within my heart；
Clothed in perfections love and truth assigned thee； But to the God thou
knowest that thou art。
26。
Not； Lord； because I have done well or ill； Not that my mind looks up
to thee clear…eyed； Not that it struggles in fast cerements tied； Not that I
need thee daily sorer still； Not that I wretched； wander from thy will； Not
now for any cause to thee I cry； But this； that thou art thou； and here am I。
27。
Yestereve； Death came； and knocked at my t
