The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east.
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall
Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed.
The Best ideal is the true and other truth is none. All glory be ascribed to the holy Three in One.
And when Peace here does house
He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,
He comes to brood and sit.