The stars are steady abune; <br />I' the water they flichter and flee; <br />But, steady aye, luikin doon <br />They ken theirsels i' the sea. <br /> <br />A' licht, and clear, and free, <br />God, thou shinest abune; <br />Yet luik, and see thysel in me, <br />Aye on me luikin doon. <br /> <br />^ ^ ^ ^ ^ <br /> <br />Throu the heather an' how gaed the creepin thing, <br />But abune was the waff o' an angel's wing. <br /> <br />^ ^ ^ ^ ^ <br /> <br />Hither an' thither, here an' awa, <br />Into the dub ye maunna fa'; <br />Oot o' the dub wad ye come wi' speed, <br />Ye maun lift yer han's abune yer heid. <br /> <br />^ ^ ^ ^ ^ <br /> <br />Whaur's nor sun nor mune, <br />Laigh things come abune. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />* <br /> <br />My thouchts are like worms in a starless gloamin <br />My hert's like a sponge that's fillit wi' gall; <br />My soul's like a bodiless ghaist sent a roamin <br />I' the haar an' the mirk till the trumpet call. <br /> <br />Lord, turn ilk worm til a butterflee, <br />Wring oot my hert, an' fill 't frae thy ain; <br />My soul syne in patience its weird will dree, <br />An' luik for the mornin throu the rain.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirls/
