Diamond's Nursery Rhyme

Written by
George MacDonald
Jan 29, 2020
George MacDonald

iamond resumed his singing. For some time he carolled snatches of everything or anything; but at last it settled down into something like what follows. I cannot tell where or how he got it.

Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.

Where did you get your eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came though.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.

Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than any one knows.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
The angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into hooks and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherubs' wings.

How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I am here.

     "You never made that song, Diamond," said his mother.
     "No, mother. I wish I had. No, I didn't. That would be to take it from somebody else. But it's mine for all that."
     "What makes it yours?"
     "I love it so."
     "Does loving a thing make it yours?"
     "I think so, mother--at least more than anything else can. If I didn't love baby (which couldn't be, you know) she wouldn't be mine a bit. But I do love baby, and baby is my very own Dulcimer."
     "The baby's mine, Diamond."
     "That makes her the more mine, mother."
     "How do you make that out?"
     "Because you're mine, mother."
     "Is that because you love me?"
     "Yes, just because. Love makes the only myness," said Diamond.

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George MacDonald was a Scottish author, poet and Christian minister. He was a pioneering figure in the field of fantasy literature and the mentor of fellow writer Lewis Carroll. In addition to his fairy tales, MacDonald wrote several works on Christian apologetics.