God's Grandeur

God's Grandeur
Gerard Manley Hopkins

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; 
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; 
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; 
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent; 
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; 
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs - 
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

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  1. I do too, Charlotte - I learned it in high school and have never forgotten it. I remember it especially when I see spectacular sunrises!

    Sabrina

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