August 10, 2015

". . . And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings."

- Jesuit Fr. Gerard Manley Hopkins, English poet (1844-1889), from "God's Grandeur," 1877.