...law and beauty And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it Cod. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender sky, — The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high, — And all over upland and lowland The charm...

...dwell ; Then a sense of law and beauty And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender sky, — The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high, — And all over upland and lowland The charm...

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...dwell, Then a sense of law and beauty, and a face turned from the clod. — Some call it evolution, and others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, the infinite tender sky, The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, and the wild geese sailing high . And all over upland and lowland the charm...

...dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender sky, — The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high, — And all over upland and lowland The charm...

...dwell ; Then a sense of law and beauty .And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender sky, — The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, And the wild geese sailing high ; And all over upland and lowland The charm...

...dwell; Then a sense of law and beauty And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, — The infinite, tender sky,' — The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high, — And all over upland and lowland The charm...

...law and beauty And the face turned from the clod — Some call it Evolution And others call it God. 1 A haze on the far horizon, The infinite tender sky,...corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high, And all over upland and lowland, The charm of the golden-rod — Some of us call it Autumn, Others call...

...dwell ; Then a sense of law and beauty, And a face turned from the clod, — Some call it Evolution, And others call it God. A haze on the far horizon, The infinite, tender sky, The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, And the wild geese sailing high ; And all over upland and lowland The charm...

...exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. — Ruskin. A haze on the far horizon The infinite, tender sky ; The ripe, rich tint of the corn-fields, And the wild geese sailing high ; And all over upland and lowland The charm...