That night, that year / Of now done darkness I wretch lay wrestling with (my God!) my God.

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

Just for lack / Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack / There God to aggrandize, God to glorify.

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

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.