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
Crushed, why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

AND FOR ALL THIS, NATURE IS NEVER SPENT;
There lives the dearest freshness 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.

•Size: Paper 8x10" with mat 11x14"
•Larger prints available upon request. 11.7x16.5 ($35) or 13x19 ($45)
•Acid free backing, sleeve. Artist bio on back
•Note: The 8x10 print when printed (offset) is slightly darker than this sample shows.
If printed in the $35/45 size, the colors will be closer to what you see here.