And when grim Death doth take me by the throat,
Thou wilt have pity on thy handiwork;
Thou wilt not let him on my suffering gloat,
But draw my soul out -- gladder than man or boy,
When thy saved creatures from the narrow ark
Rushed out, and leaped and laughed and cried for joy,
And the great rainbow strode across the dark.

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• by George MacDonald (1824 - 1905), no title, appears in A Book of Strife in the Form of The Diary of an Old Soul, Entry for October 21, first published 1880 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

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• by M. Ryan Taylor (b. 1972), "Childness fresh", 2003 [ voice and piano ], from Leafs from the Diary of an Old Soul, no. 4
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