The Poetry Corner

Antiphon

By George MacDonald

Daylight fades away. Is the Lord at hand In the shadows gray Stealing on the land? Gently from the east Come the shadows gray; But our lowly priest Nearer is than they. It is darkness quite. Is the Lord at hand, In the cloak of night Stolen upon the land? But I see no night, For my Lord is here With him dark is light, With him far is near. List! the cock's awake. Is the Lord at hand? Cometh he to make Light in all the land? Long ago he made Morning in my heart; Long ago he bade Shadowy things depart. Lo, the dawning hill! Is the Lord at hand, Come to scatter ill, Ruling in the land? He hath scattered ill, Ruling in my mind; Growing to his will, Freedom comes, I find. We will watch all day, Lest the Lord should come; All night waking stay In the darkness dumb. I will work all day, For the Lord hath come; Down my head will lay All night, glad and dumb. For we know not when Christ may be at hand; But we know that then Joy is in the land. For I know that where Christ hath come again, Quietness without care Dwelleth in his men.