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 ot say the m-sun fulfils
Ingloriously its course, nor that the clear
Strong stars without signifisphere
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 e to. Maker and High Priest,
I ask thee not my joys to multiply,--
Only to make me worthier of the least.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning