ALL things are fair, if we had eyes to see How first God made them goodly everywhere: And goodly still in Paradise they be, -- All things are fair. O Lord, the solemn heavens Thy praise declare; The multi-fashioned saints bring praise to Thee, As doves fly home and cast away their care. As doves on divers branches of their tree, Perched high or low, sit all contented there, Not mourning any more; in each degree All things are fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOICES OF THE AIR by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. OF PLEASURE AND PAIN by THOMAS CAMPION A SOLDIER'S GRAVE by JOHN ALBEE WHITE SNOW by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE BEAUTIFUL LADY by SHEILA BARBOUR ELEGIAC SONNET TO A MOPSTICK by WILLIAM BECKFORD |