Posted May 18, 2018 8:50 am by Emily Rolwes


I cannot count the pebbles in the brook. 
Well hath He spoken: “Swear not by thy head. 
Thou knowest not the hairs,” though He, we read, 
Writes that wild number in His own strange book. 

I cannot count the sands or search the seas, 
Death cometh, and I leave so much untrod. 
Grant my immortal aureole, O my God, 
And I will name the leaves upon the trees, 

In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass, 
Still brooding earth’s arithmetic to spell; 
Or see the fading of the fires of hell 
Ere I have thanked my God for all the grass.
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