Moral of the poem could be as undermentioned.
"The earth is very big in size and bears the life sustaining environment. We, human beings, are tiny dots. However, it is the ability to think, love and care that makes us, human beings, greater than the earth and not the size.
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World, With the wonderful water round you curled, And the wonderful grass upon your breast-- World, you are beautifully drest. The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree, It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You friendly Earth! how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles? Ah, you are so great, and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, World, at all; And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, A whisper inside me seemed to say, "You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!" William Brighty Rands
The last stanza says that the poet feels very small as compared to the greatness/vastness of the earth. he is feeling very humble and meek as compared to the size of the earth. But in the evening when he sits to pray, his inner voice tells him that you may be small and a tiny speck on this earth but you are a living being whom the Lord has made in his image. You have been given the capacity to think, to love, to create, to experience all the emotions but the earth can't do that.
A race of flowersIf there is a race between we human beings, we all are greedy that i only have to come first.But if there is a race between flowers they do not think who is first or who is second,they just do the race.And finally when all flowers bloom together no flower wants to know who is first or who is second.
William Brighty Rands died on 1882-04-23.
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World, With the wonderful water round you curled, And the wonderful grass upon your breast-- World, you are beautifully drest. The wonderful air is over me, And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree, It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You friendly Earth! how far do you go, With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles? Ah, you are so great, and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, World, at all; And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, A whisper inside me seemed to say, "You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!" William Brighty Rands
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Robert Delafield Rands has written: 'Pythium root rot of sugarcane' -- subject(s): Sugarcane, Root rots, Diseases and pests
Robert L Rands has written: 'Mayan ecology and trade: 1967-1968' -- subject(s): Commerce, Indians of Central America, Antiquities, Mayas
Per Rands's birth name is Per Rands Knudsen.
संसार की सुंदरता बचाने का करें संकल्प, प्रकृति को हमारा सम्मान देकर करें विकास। पेड़ लगाएं, प्रदूषण को कम करें, स्वच्छ और हरित वातावरण का रखें ध्यान।
482618 Rands.
Leslie Rands died in 1972.