Adequacy

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,

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