England's Antiphon

by George MacDonald

A GRACE FOR A CHILD.

Here a little child I stand,
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be, frogs.
Here I lift them up to thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat, and on us all. Amen.

I shall now give two or three of his longer poems, which are not long, and then a few of his short ones. The best known is the following, but it is not so well known that I must therefore omit it.