GLORY be to God for dappled things— | |
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; | |
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; | |
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; | |
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; | |
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. | |
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All things counter, original, spare, strange; | |
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) | |
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; | |
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: | |
Praise him. |
2 comments:
I like this - I'll look up more GMH poems for Thanksgiving dinner.
Yeah. Love this poem.
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