the world is charged with the  grandeur of God  the world is charged with beauty  it will flame out, like shining from  shook foil;  it gathers to a greatness, like the  ooze of oil  Crushed  Because the Holy Ghost over the bend  World  broods with warm breast and with  ah!  Bright Wings  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 east-  ward, springs -  Because the Holy Ghost over the bend  World  broods with warm breast and with  ah!  Bright Wings  (adapted from "God's Grandeur" by   Gerard Manley Hopkins)