One true time I'd hold to’ and in the poem ‘And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,

That thus so cleanly I myself can free.’ In these sentences they are both saying goodbye to their loved ones. 

Your poem God's grandeur was pleasant to read. I recognised the irritation you have for people. Nowadays there has been more and more generations. Like you write in your poem ‘Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;’ 

I'm sorry to inform you that the world has not changed at least i think because you wrote ‘And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil’ 

But nature is still with us today, so you write ‘And though the last lights off the black West went’ the sun goes down every day with nature but like you write in ur poem 

‘Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —’ The sun goes down but comes back up again with a bright morning and new ‘born’ nature! That's still a gift from God.

Unfortunately I haven't felt the Holy Ghost, but I am still grateful for what a miracle the world is and that it's a gift from God. In the poem ‘Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.’ This gives me hope for the future! And let me see that the world is not so bad, and everything comes to a good end. 

Best regards,

Elise Emmens