I SEE ALL LOVE IN LOWLY THINGS
Reading edition
I see all love in lowly things, No less than in the lusts of kings: All beauty, shape and comeliness, All valour, strength and gentleness, All genius, wit and holiness. Out of corruption comes the flower, The corn is kindred with the clay; The plough-hand is a hand of power, Nobler than gold, brighter than day. Then let the leper lift his head, The cripple dance, the captive sing, The beggar reap and eat his bread— He is no baser than a king!