Glory to be God for dappled things-
For skies of couple colors as a brinded cow;
For rose moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced- fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare and strange; Whatever it 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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