Thou hast not made, or taught me, Lord, to care
For times and seasons -- but this one glad day
Is the blue sapphire clasping all the lights
That flash in the girdle of the year so fair
When thou wast born a man -- because alway
Thou wast and art a man through all the flights
Of thought, and time, and thousandfold creation's play.
George Macdonald, Diary of an Old Soul

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