The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
credits
from The Third Thing,
released April 1, 2019
Molly Lehr, voice, synth
Ben Lansing, electric guitars
Tim Mulvenna, drums
Paul Mutzabaugh, electric bass, organ, synth
Produced by Davin Youngs
Engineering by Josh Richter, Victorian Recording, Barrington, IL
Mixing and Mastering by Alex Inglizian, Experimental Sound Studio, Chicago, IL
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