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For October 5th

5 Oct

Thou workest perfectly. And if it seem

Some things are not so well, ’tis but because

They are too loving-deep, too lofty-wise,

For me, poor child, to understand their laws:

My highest wisdom half is but a dream;

My love runs helpless like a falling stream:

Thy goodness embraces ill, and lo, its illness dies!

-George Macdonald , Diary of An Old Soul

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