Sonnet Variation: William Wordsworth's "Glad Tidings"
For ever hallowed be this morning fair,
for I have tread on lawn where you have tread;
I thought to go to store but went instead
along the paths that angel footsteps bear.
The sun was filtered down through morning air,
and by it I through paradise was led.
Lo, mortal! Know these realms are filled with dread;
no step will wise man take except with prayer,
and yet upon this road your heart is free
and launched upon the foam of endless sea.
A King there is who lives in heaven high,
with gaze more piercing than the sharpest swords,
but speaking to our ears with mortal words
that we may taste and see divinity.
