Slowly she grew--till she filled the night,
And shone
On her throne
In the sky alone,
A matchless, wonderful silvery light,
Radiant and lovely, the queen of the night.
Said the Wind: "What a marvel of power am I
With my breath,
Good faith!
I blew her to death--
First blew her away right out of the sky--
Then blew her in; what strength have I!"
But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair;
For high
In the sky,
With her one white eye,
Motionless, miles above the air,
She had never heard the great Wind blare.
GEORGE MACDONALD.
JESUS THE CARPENTER.
"Jesus the Carpenter"--"same trade as me"--strikes a high note in
favour of honest toil. (1848-.)
"Isn't this Joseph's son?"--ay, it is He;
Joseph the carpenter--same trade as me--
I thought as I'd find it--I knew it was here--
But my sight's getting queer.
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