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1824–1905

HOPE AND PATIENCE.

George MacDonald

An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled, A-dreaming of the world. Round it, for castle-wall, a shell Is guarding it well.

Hope is the bird with its dim sensations; The shell that keeps it alive is Patience.

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