God Scatters Beauty
God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. A hundred lights in every temple burn, And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn.
Walter Savage Landor
God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers O'er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. A hundred lights in every temple burn, And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn.
Beauty, for Landor, is not a scarce treasure; it is something God tosses everywhere like seeds or petals, insisting that it belongs to us all. The speaker of these four lines takes that promise to heart.
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