The Diary of an Old Soul

Daily Readings by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905)

July 1

ALAS, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!

Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.

I sit alone, a sorrow half asleep,

My consciousness the blackness all astir.

No pilgrim I, a homeless wanderer—

For how canst Thou be in the darkness deep,

Who dwellest only in the living day?