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For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls, and finches' wings
Landscape plotted and pieced, fold fallow and plough
Oh glory be to God for dappled things
For the beauty and the wonder that the morning brings
Yes glory be to God for dappled things
And all trades their gear and tackle and trim
All things counter original spare and strange
Whatever is fickle freckled (who knows how?)
With swift slow, sweet sour, adazzle dim
Oh glory be to God for dappled things
For the beauty and the wonder that the morning brings
Yes glory be to God for dappled things
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change
Praise him
Yeah praise him