In The Valley of the Elwy

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

 

I remember a house where all were good
     To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:
     Comforting smell breathed at very entering,
Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood.
That cordial air made those kind people a hood
     All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing
     Will, or mild nights the new morsels of spring:
Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should.
 
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales;
     Only the inmate does not correspond:
God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales,
Complete thy creature dear O where it fails,
     Being mighty a master, being a father and fond.
 
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