I think thy answers make me what I am,
Like weary waves thought follows upon thought,
But the still depth beneath is all thine own,
And there thou mov'st in paths to us unknown.
Out of strange strife thy peace is strangely wrought;
If the lion in us pray--thou answerest the lamb.
(a prayer by George MacDonald, from Diary of an Old Soul, May 26)
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