God's Grandeur

Nature is never spent

Nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness
in 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.

~ from GOD'S GRANDEUR by Gerard Manly Hopkins
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