Glory be to God for dappled things— For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow: For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim: Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted |&| pieced -- fold, fallow, and plough: And all trades, their gear |&| tackle |&| trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled, (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him.
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