“Rejoice,” said the Sun; "I will make thee gay
With glory and gladness and holiday;
I am dumb, O man, and need thy voice!”
But man would not rejoice.

Rejoice in thyself, said he, “O sun,
For thy daily course is a lordly one;
In thy lofty place rejoice if thou can:
For me, I am only a man.”

"Rejoice,” said the Wind; "I am free and strong.
And will wake in thy heart an ancient song;
Hear the roaring woods, my organ noise!”
But man would not rejoice.

"Rejoice, O Wind, in thy strength,” said he,
“For thou fulfillest thy destiny;
Shake the forest, the faint flowers fan;
For me, I am only a man.”

"Rejoice,” said the Night, “with moon and star,
For the Sun and Wind are gone afar;
I am here with rest and dreaming choice!”
But man would not rejoice;

For he said - “What is rest to me, I Pray,
Whose labor leads to no gladsome day?
He only can dream who has hope behind:
Alas for me and my kind!”

Then a voice that came not from moon or star,
From, the sun, or the wind that roved afar,
Said, “Man, I am with thee-hear my voice!”
-And man said, "I rejoice.”

— George MacDonald

Hope Joy The Good Father

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Just a little flower, turning her face to find the sun. I don’t always feel his rays on me, but when I do, the warmth and the feeling is simply wonderful, and I never want to be in the shadows again. Isn’t he lovely?

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