I said, I will arise and work some thing, <br />Nor be content with growth, but cause to grow <br />A life around me, clear as yes from no, <br />That to my restless hand some rest may bring, <br />And give a vital power to Action's spring: <br />Thus, I must cease to be! I cried; when, lo! <br />An angel stood beside me on the snow, <br />With folded wings that came of pondering. <br />'God's glory flashes on the silence here <br />Beneath the moon,' he cried, and upward threw <br />His glorious eyes that swept the utmost blue, <br />'Ere yet his bounding brooks run forth with cheer <br />To bear his message to the hidden year <br />Who cometh up in haste to make his glory new.'<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-in-growth/
