The nobility of things, with Time's
Respecting, encrusted
If not ivy-walled, have pious warding
Fusty and forbidding.
Which draw you in, not only to
Brighter-skied aspiring
With granite's assuredness, unwearing
For assumptive bearing
But to what there, shaded meekly
Are a daisy upsprung.
- simple and profound! Each grassed whole
For Christ's candour of soul.
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