Lyrics - Bright Wings by Mortal

the world is charged with thegrandeur of
Godthe world is charged with beautyit will flame out, like shining fromshook foil;it gathers to a greatness, like theooze of oil
Crushed
Because the
Holy
Ghost over the bend
Worldbroods with warm breast and withah!
Bright
Wingsand for all this, nature is neverspent;there lives the dearest freshnessdeep down things;and though the last lightsoff the black
West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink east-ward, springs -
Because the
Holy
Ghost over the bend
Worldbroods with warm breast and withah!
Bright
Wings(adapted from "
God's
Grandeur" by
Gerard
Manley
Hopkins)

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