Hope and Patience
An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled,
A-dreaming of the world.Round it, for castle-wall, a shell
Is guarding it well.Hope is the bird with its dim sensations;
The shell that keeps it alive is Patience.– George MacDonald
Hope and Patience
An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled,
A-dreaming of the world.Round it, for castle-wall, a shell
Is guarding it well.Hope is the bird with its dim sensations;
The shell that keeps it alive is Patience.– George MacDonald