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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…

Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim:…

Márgarét, áre you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, like the things of man, you…