| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | That Holy Thing | | By George MacDonald (1824–1905) |
| | | THEY all were looking for a king | |
| To slay their foes and lift them high: | |
| Thou cam’st, a little baby thing | |
| That made a woman cry. | |
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| O Son of Man, to right my lot | 5 |
| Naught but Thy presence can avail; | |
| Yet on the road Thy wheels are not, | |
| Nor on the sea Thy sail! | |
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| My how or when Thou wilt not heed, | |
| But come down thine own secret stair, | 10 |
| That Thou mayst answer all my need— | |
| Yea, every bygone prayer. | | | | |
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