O Lord, I have been talking to the people;Thought’s wheels have round me whirled a fiery zoneAnd the recoil of my word’s airy rippleMy heart unheedful has puffed up and blown.Therefore I cast myself before thee prone:Lay cool hands on my burning brain and press From my weak heart the swelling emptiness.

O Lord, I have been talking to the people;Thought’s wheels have round me whirled a fiery zoneAnd the recoil of my word’s airy rippleMy heart unheedful has puffed up and blown.Therefore I cast myself before thee prone:Lay cool hands on my burning brain and press From my weak heart the swelling emptiness.

– George MacDonald –

The Diary of an Old Soul & the White Page Poems

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