The Disciple, And Other Poems by George MacdonaldThe Disciple, And Other Poems by George Macdonald

The Disciple, And Other Poems

byGeorge Macdonald

Paperback | February 4, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1868. Excerpt: ... THE GOLDEN KEY. RIGHTS drooping flags were slowly furled; The sun arose in joy; The boy awoke, and all the world Was waiting for the boy. And out he ran. Lo! everywhere Was full of windy play; The earth was bright and clean and fair, All for his holiday. The hill said "Climb me;" and the wood, "Come to my bosom, child; I 'm full of gambols; they are good, My children, and so wild!" ii He went, he ran. Dark grew the skies, And pale the skrinking sun. 'How soon," he said, "for clouds to rise, When day was but begun!" The wind grew wild. A wilful power, It swept o'er tree and town. The boy exulted for an hour, Then sat with head bowed down. And as he sat the rain began, And rained till all was still: He looked, and saw a rainbow span The vale from hill to hill. He dried his tears. "Ah! now," he said, "The storm brings good to me: Yon shining hill--upon its head I '11 find the golden key." But ere, through wood and over fence, He could the summit scale, The rainbow's foot was lifted thence, And planted in the vale. "But here it stood. Yes, here," he said, Its very foot was set; I saw this fir-tree through the red, This through the violet." He sought and sought, while down the skies Went, slowly went the sun. At length he lifted hopeless eyes, And day was nearly done. Low radiant clouds of level red Lay o'er a sun-filled tomb; And all their rosy light was shed On his forgotten home. "So near me yet! Oh happy me, No farther to have come! One day I 'll find the golden key, But now away for home!" He rose, he ran, as yet in play, But rest was now before; And as the last red streak grew gray Opened his father's door. His father stroked his drooping head, And gone were all his harms; His mother kissed him in his bed, And heaven was in her arms. He folded then his w...
Title:The Disciple, And Other PoemsFormat:PaperbackDimensions:34 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.07 inPublished:February 4, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217329918

ISBN - 13:9780217329910