Explore "Cleaning the Windows. Cottage Songs" by George MacDonald on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Wash the window; rub it dry; / Make the ray-door clean and bright: / He who lords it in the sky / Loves on cottage floors to light!
Looking over sea and beck, / Mountain-forest, orchard-bloom, / He can spy the smallest speck / Anywhere about the room!
See how bright his torch is blazing / In the heart of mother's store!
Strange! I never saw him gazing / So into that press before!
Ah, I see! -- the wooden pane / In the window, dull and dead, / Father called its loss a gain, / And a glass one put instead!
What a difference it makes!
How it melts the filmy gloom!
What a little more it takes / Much to brighten up a room!
There I spy a dusty streak!
There a corner not quite clean!
There a cobweb! There the sneak / Of a spider, watching keen!
Lord of suns, and eyes that see, / Shine into me, see and show; / Leave no darksome spot in me / Where thou dost not shining go.
Fill my spirit full of eyes, / Doors of light in every part; / Open windows to the skies / That no moth corrupt my heart.