Thomas Traherne, a poet, whose worth was discovered only after he was
dead, is the author of the following:
The orb of light in its wide circuit moves,
Corn for our food springs out of very mire.
Our fuel grows in woods and groves;
Choice herbs and flowers aspire
To kiss our feet; beasts court our loves.
How glorious is man’s fate!
The laws of God, the works He did create,
His ancient ways, are His and my estate.
(1957)