A Song In The Night: I Would I Were An Angel Strong,
Poem By George MacDonald
I would I were an angel strong,
An angel of the sun, hasting along!
I would I were just come awake,
A child outbursting from night's dusky brake!
Or lark whose inward, upward fate
Mocks every wall that masks the heavenly gate!
Or hopeful cock whose clarion clear
Shrills ten times ere a film of dawn appear!
Or but a glowworm: even then
My light would come straight from the Light of Men!
I am a dead seed, dark and slow:
Father of larks and children, make me grow.