Treasure Island

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

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,
I ask thee not my joys to multiply,--
Only to make me worthier of the least.

Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2001
Edited: Saturday, May 12, 2001

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  • * Sunprincess * (3/19/2014 9:50:00 AM)

    ........my favourite stanza..
    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! ~ (Report) Reply

  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (10/20/2009 5:02:00 AM)

    Written in perfection, and still relevant today, as we are suffering the consequences of what we did to 'Our habitation'...climate change. (Report) Reply

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