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| ©Sophia Roberts | 
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;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape
plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll
trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is
fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift,
slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                   
            Praise him.
~ Gerard Manley Hopkins ~
 
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