the world is charged with the

grandeur of God

the world is charged with beauty



it will flame out, like shining from

shook foil;

it gathers to a greatness, like the

ooze of oil

Crushed



Because the Holy Ghost over the bend

World

broods with warm breast and with

ah!

Bright Wings



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 east-

ward, springs -



Because the Holy Ghost over the bend

World

broods with warm breast and with

ah!

Bright Wings



(adapted from "God's Grandeur" by

Gerard Manley Hopkins