The moment that my eyes the morning greet

From sleep I wake, and wake to think of thee.

But wherefore not with sudden glorious glee?

Why burst not gracious on me heaven and earth

In all the splendor of a new-day-birth?

Why hangs a cloud betwixt my Lord and me?

The moment that my eyes the morning greet,

My soul should panting rush to clasp thy father-feet.

– George MacDonald {from “Diary of An Old Soul: Six October} – yes, I read ahead. 😛

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