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.
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Now, by the verdure on thy thousand hills,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Elizabeth Barrett Browning delivers a powerful performance in "Adequacy"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...