<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548427" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christmas, 1880</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great-hearted child, thy very being <br>The Son<br>,<br>Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;-<br>For who is prodigal but he who has gone<br>Far from the true to heart it with the false?-<br>Who, who but thou, that, from the animals',<br>Know'st all the hearts, up to the Father's own,<br>Can tell what it would be to be alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alone! No father!-At the very thought<br>Thou, the eternal light, wast once aghast;<br>A death in death for thee it almost wrought!<br>But thou didst haste, about to breathe thy last,<br>And call'dst out <br>Father<br>ere thy spirit passed,<br>Exhausted in fulfilling not any vow,<br>But doing his will who greater is than thou.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That we might know him, thou didst come and live;<br>That we might find him, thou didst come and die;<br>The son-heart, brother, thy son-being give-<br>We too would love the father perfectly,<br>And to his bosom go back with the cry,<br>Father, into thy hands I give the heart<br>Which left thee but to learn how good thou art!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There are but two in all the universe-<br>The father and his children-not a third;<br>Nor, all the weary time, fell any curse!<br>Not once dropped from its nest an unfledged bird<br>But thou wast with it! Never sorrow stirred<br>But a love-pull it was upon the chain<br>That draws the children to the father again!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Jesus Christ, babe, man, eternal son,<br>Take pity! we are poor where thou art rich:<br>Our hearts are small; and yet there is not one<br>In all thy father's noisy nursery which,<br>Merry, or mourning in its narrow niche,<br>Needs not thy father's heart, this very now,<br>With all his being's being, even as thou!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+MacDonald">George MacDonald</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=548427" data-title="Christmas, 1880 de George MacDonald" data-description="Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son , Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;- For who is prodigal but he who has gone Far from the true to heart it with the false?- Who, who but thou, that, from the animals', Know'st all the hearts, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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