An Old Story by George MacDonald — Read

I. In the ancient house of ages, / See, they cannot rest! / With a hope, which awe assuages, / Tremble all the blest. / For the son and heir eternal, / To be son yet more, / Leaves his stately chair supernal / For the earth's low floor;

Leaves the room so high and old, / Leaves the all-world hearth, / Seeks the out-air, frosty-cold, / Of the twilight earth -- / To be throned in newer glory / In a mother's lap, / Gather up our broken story, / And right every hap.