The Diary of an Old Soul

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Author: George MacDonald

29.

Yet hints come to me from the realm unknown;
Airs drift across the twilight border land,
Odoured with life; and as from some far strand
Sea-murmured, whispers to my heart are blown
That fill me with a joy I cannot speak,
Yea, from whose shadow words drop faint and weak:
Thee, God, I shadow in that region grand.

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Chicago: George MacDonald, "29.," The Diary of an Old Soul, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in The Diary of an Old Soul (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed September 25, 2022, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQ43F13RQ6DX1GR.

MLA: MacDonald, George. "29." The Diary of an Old Soul, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in The Diary of an Old Soul, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 25 Sep. 2022. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQ43F13RQ6DX1GR.

Harvard: MacDonald, G, '29.' in The Diary of an Old Soul, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, The Diary of an Old Soul, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 25 September 2022, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQ43F13RQ6DX1GR.