The Diary of an Old Soul

Daily Readings by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905)

December 20

My holy self, thy pure ideal, lies

Calm in thy bosom, which it cannot leave;

My self unholy, no ideal, hies

Hither and thither, gathering store to grieve—

Not now, O Father! now it mounts, it flies,

To join the true self in thy heart that waits,

And, one with it, be one with all the heavenly mates.