WITH THE GRANDEUR OF GOD.

IT FLASHES OUT,

LIKE THE SHINING

FROM SHAKEN FOIL!

IT GATHERS

TO A GREATNESS,

LIKE THE OOZING

OF OIL

GLORY BE TO GOD

FOR DAPPLED THINGS -

FOR SKIES OF COUPLE -

COLOR AS A BRINDLED COW;

FOR ROSE FLASHES

IN THE SHADE

UPON TROUT THAT SWIM;

FOR FRESH-FIRED

CHESTNUT FALLS,

FINCHES WINGS;

FOR SHINING,

FOR LIVING,

FOR DAPPLED THINGS.

AND, FOR ALL THIS,

NATURE IS NEVER SPENT;

THERE LIVES

THE DEAREST FRESHNESS

DEEP DOWN THINGS;

DOWN IN THE DIM WOODS

THE DIAMOND DELVES!

THE ELVES` EYES!

THE GREY LAWNS COLD

WHERE GOLD,

WHERE QUICKGOLD LIES!

WHEN,

THEN

DO MEN NOT HEED HIS WORD?

GENERATIONS HAVE TROD,

HAVE TROD,

HAVE TROD;

AND ALL IS SEARED,

BLEARED,

SMEARED WITH TOIL.

THE EARTH WEARS

MAN`S SMUDGE,

AND SHARES

MAN`S SMELL;

THE SOIL IS BARE NOW,

NOT EVEN FOOT

CAN FEEL BEING SHOD.

O THOU, LORD OF LIFE,

SEND MY ROOTS RAIN.

LOOK AT THE STARS!

LOOK,

LOOK UP

AT THE SKIES!

TO LOOK

AT ALL THE FIRE-FOLD

SITTING IN THE AIR!

THE BRIGHT VILLAGES,

THE CITADELS THERE!

ALL IS A PRIZE!

AND THOUGH THE LAST LIGHTS

OF THE BLACK WEST FADES;

OH, MORNING - MORNING`S MINION,

KINGDOM OF DAYLIGHT`S DAUPHIN,

DAPPLE-DAWN-DRAWN FALCON,

AT THE BROWN BRINK EASTWARD,

SPRINGS!

BECAUSE THE FATHER OF US ALL

OVER THE BENT WORLD

BROODS WITH WARM BEAST,

AND WITH -

AH!

BRIGHT WINGS!

(Freely adapted by the composer