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Hope and Patience

by George MacDonald

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An unborn bird lies crumpled and curled, A-dreaming of the world.

Round it, for castle-wall, a shell Is guarding it well.

Hope is the bird with its dim sensations; The shell that keeps it alive is Patience .

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