NOW, by the verdure on thy thousand hills,
Beloved England, doth the earth appear
Quite good enough for men to overbear
The will of God in, with rebellious wills !
We cannot say the morning-sun fulfils
Ingloriously its course, nor that the clear
Strong stars without significance insphere
Our habitation: we, meantime, our ills
Heap up against this good and lift a cry
Against this work-day world, this ill-spread feast,
As if ourselves were better certainly
Than what we come to. Maker and High Priest,
I ask thee not my joys to multiply,--
Only to make me worthier of the least.
........my favourite stanza.. NOW, by the verdure on thy thousand hills, Beloved England, doth the earth appear Quite good enough for men to overbear The will of God in, with rebellious wills! ~
Yes we have to show stewardship to our environment to ensure the sustainability of life!
I ask thee not my joys to multiply, - Only to make me worthier of the least. Beautiful and profound write. Thanks for sharing it here.
Although the world is suffering from the heat of economic break down, yet there are some things left to gladen one's heart in the country. I love this literary piece.
i ask thee not my joys to multiply- only to make me worthier of the least..beautiful thoughts with a great meaning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Written in perfection, and still relevant today, as we are suffering the consequences of what we did to 'Our habitation'...climate change.