The Complete Poetical Works of George MacDonald. George MacDonald
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One stoops to kiss me!—Ah, my lily child!
God hath not flung thee over his garden-wall.
[Re-enter LORD SEAFORD with the doctor. JULIAN takes no heed of them. The doctor shakes his head.]
My little child, I'll never leave thee more;
We are both children now in God's big house.
Come, lead me; you are older here than I
By three whole days, my darling angel-child!
[A letter is brought in. LORD SEAFORD holds it before JULIAN'S eyes. He looks vaguely at it.]
Lord S. It is a letter from your wife, I think.
Julian (feebly). A letter from my Lilia! Bury it with me— I'll read it in my chamber, by and by: Dear words should not be read with others nigh. Lilia, my wife! I am going home to God.
Lord S. (pending over him). Your wife is innocent. I know she is.
JULIAN gazes at him blankly. A light begins to grow in his eyes. It grows till his face is transfigured. It vanishes. He dies.
PART V.
AND do not fear to hope. Can poet's brain
More than the Father's heart rich good invent?
Each time we smell the autumn's dying scent,
We know the primrose time will come again;
Not more we hope, nor less would soothe our pain.
Be bounteous in thy faith, for not mis-spent
Is confidence unto the Father lent:
Thy need is sown and rooted for his rain.
His thoughts are as thine own; nor are his ways
Other than thine, but by pure opulence
Of beauty infinite and love immense.
Work on. One day, beyond all thoughts of praise,
A sunny joy will crown thee with its rays;
Nor other than thy need, thy recompense.
A DREAM.
SCENE I.—"A world not realized." LILY. To her JULIAN.
Lily. O father, come with me! I have found her—mother!
SCENE II.—A room in a cottage. LILIA on her knees before a crucifix. Her back only is seen, for the Poet dares not look on her face. On a chair beside her lies a book, open at CHAPTER VIII. Behind her stands an Angel, bending forward, as if to protect her with his wings partly expanded. Appear JULIAN, with LILY in his arms. LILY looks with love on the angel, and a kind of longing fear on her mother.
Julian. Angel, thy part is done; leave her to me.
Angel. Sorrowful man, to thee I must give place; Thy ministry is stronger far than mine; Yet have I done my part.—She sat with him. He gave her rich white flowers with crimson scent, The tuberose and datura ever burning Their incense to the dusky face of night. He spoke to her pure words of lofty sense, But tinged with poison for a tranced ear. He bade low music sound of faint farewells, Which fixed her eyes upon a leafy picture, Wherein she wandered through an amber twilight Toward a still grave in a sleepy nook. And ever and anon she sipped pale wine, Rose-tinged, rose-odoured, from a silver cup. He sang a song, each pause of which closed up, Like a day-wearied daisy for the night, With these words falling like an echo low: "Love, let us love and weep and faint and die." With the last pause the tears flowed at their will, Without a sob, down from their cloudy skies. He took her hand in his, and it lay still.— blast of music from a wandering band Billowed the air with sudden storm that moment. The visible rampart of material things Was rent—the vast eternal void looked in Upon her awe-struck soul. She cried and fled.
It was the sealing of her destiny.
A wild convulsion shook her inner world;
Its lowest depths were heaved tumultuously;
Far unknown molten gulfs of being rushed
Up into mountain-peaks, rushed up and stood.
The soul that led a fairy life, athirst
For beauty only, passed into a woman's:
In pain and tears was born the child-like need
For God, for Truth, and for essential Love.
But first she woke to terror; was alone,
For God she saw not;—woke up in the night,
The great wide night alone. No mother's hand,
To soothe her pangs, no father's voice was near.
She would not come to thee; for love itself
Too keenly stung her sad, repentant heart,
Giving her bitter names to give herself;
But, calling back old words which thou hadst spoken,
In other days, by light winds borne afar,
And now returning on the storm of grief,
Hither she came to seek her Julian's God.
Farewell, strange friend! My care of her is over.
Julian. A heart that knows what thou canst never know, Fair angel, blesseth thee, and saith, farewell.
[The Angel goes. JULIAN and LILY take his place. LILIA is praying, and they hear parts of her prayer.]
Lilia. O Jesus, hear me! Let me speak to thee. No fear oppresses me; for misery Fills my heart up too full for any fear.
Is there no help, O Holy? Am I stained
Beyond release?
Julian. Lilia, thy purity Maketh thy heart abuse thee. I, thy husband, Sinned more against thee, in believing ill, Than thou, by ten times what thou didst, poor child, Hadst wronged thy husband.
Lilia. Pardon will not do: I need much more, O Master. That word go Surely thou didst not speak to send away The sinful wife thou wouldst not yet condemn! Or was that crime, though not too great for pardon, Too great for loving-kindness afterward?