| GLORY be to God for dappled things— |
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| For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; |
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| For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; |
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| Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings; |
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| Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough; |
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| And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim. |
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| All things counter, original, spare, strange; |
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| Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) |
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| With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; |
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| He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: |
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| Praise him. |
Beautiful and fun play of words! I could clearly imagine the images of the poem, how cool is that! And in the end, it’s all because of His undying grace. Glory to God indeed!