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A pear-tree hangs like a great chandelier
Under the sky, shedding its fruit on grass
Untidily; and from this scene to pass
An inkling of God's bounty, wasted here,
As elsewhere it would seem, as would appear
Misplaced (and throngs of crystal fruit on boughs
Above) to feed no mouths; but thought allows
Exception, signs of providence makes clear,
At once: that bountiful excess the whole
Creation shows (innumerable the stars)
More so the mind that captures it, and then
Which sees the need, and feels it in the soul
To right a wrong: therein be peace and wars,
Bounty effaced, and God reduced to men. |
