The Giver

“To give a thing and take again

Is counted meanness among men;

Still less to take what once was given

Can be the royal way of heaven!

But human hearts are crumbly stuff,

And never, never love enough;

And so God takes and, with a smile

Puts our best things away awhile.

Some therefore weep, some rave, some scorn;

Some wish they never had been born;

Some humble grow at last and still,

And then God gives them what they will.”

–George MacDonald, The Giver

(Poetical Works, Vol 2, pg 128)

Strength Inexhaustible

The man has begun to be strong who knows that, separated from life essential, he is weakness itself, that, one with his origin, he will be of strength inexhaustible. Donal was now descending the heights of youth to walk along the king’s highroad of manhood: happy he who, as his sun is going down behind the western, is himself ascending the eastern hill, returning through old age to the second and better childhood which shall not be taken from him! He who turns his back on the setting sun goes to meet the rising sun; he who loses his life shall find it. Donal had lost his past—but not so as to be ashamed. There are many ways of losing! His past had but crept, like the dead, back to God who gave it; in better shape it would be his by and by! Already he had begun to foreshadow this truth: God would keep it for him.

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Donal Grant, by George MacDonald

George MacDonald