Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROADSIDE POEMS: AN OLD SERMON WITH A NEW TEXT, by GEORGE MACDONALD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My wife contrived a fleecy thing Last Line: That holdeth fast thy life. Subject(s): Children; Education; Family Life; God; Sermons; Sewing; Childhood; Relatives | ||||||||
MY wife contrived a fleecy thing Her husband to infold, For 'tis the pride of woman still To cover from the cold: My daughter made it a new text For a sermon very old. The child came trotting to her side, Ready with bootless aid: "Lily make veckit for papa," The tiny woman said: Her mother gave the means and ways, And a knot upon her thread. "Mamma, mamma!it won't come through!" In meek dismay she cried. Her mother cut away the knot, And she was satisfied, Pulling the long thread through and through, In fabricating pride. Her mother told me this: I caught A glimpse of something more: Great meanings often hide behind The little word before! And I brooded over my new text Till the seed a sermon bore. Nannie, to you I preach it now A little sermon, low: Is it not thus a thousand times, As through the world we go? Do we not tug, and fret, and cry Instead of Yes, LordNo? While all the rough things that we meet Which will not move a jot, The hindrances to heart and feet, The Crook in every Lot, Mean plainly but that children's threads Have at the end a knot. This world of life God weaves for us, Nor spares he pains or cost, But we must turn the web to clothes And shield our hearts from frost: Shall we, because the thread holds fast, Count labour vain and lost? If he should cut away the knot, And yield each fancy wild, The hidden life within our hearts His life, the undefiled Would fare as ill as I should fare From the needle of my child. As tack and sheet unto the sail, As to my verse the rime, As mountains to the low green earth So hard for feet to climb, As call of striking clock amid The quiet flow of time, As sculptor's mallet to the birth Of the slow-dawning face, As knot upon my Lily's thread When she would work apace, God's Nay is such, and worketh so For his children's coming grace. Who, knowing God's intent with him, His birthright would refuse? What makes us what we have to be Is the only thing to choose: We understand nor end nor means, And yet his ways accuse! This is my sermon. It is preached Against all fretful strife. Chafe not with anything that is, Nor cut it with thy knife. Ah! be not angry with the knot That holdeth fast thy life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AUNT ELLA MAE by MICHAEL S. HARPER THE GOLDEN SHOVEL by TERRANCE HAYES LIZARDS AND SNAKES by ANTHONY HECHT THE BOOK OF A THOUSAND EYES: I LOVE by LYN HEJINIAN CHILD ON THE MARSH by ANDREW HUDGINS MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS PLAYING DEAD by ANDREW HUDGINS THE GLASS HAMMER by ANDREW HUDGINS INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD |
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