God’s Grandeur

  • God’s Grandeur

  • 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.
photograph of a sunrise
“Oh, morning at the brown brink eastward, springs—”
(See “God’s Grandeur,” line 12)

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