In the Valley of the Elwy by Gerard Manley Hopkins:
I remember a house where all were good
…To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:
…Comforting smell breathed at very entering,
Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood.
That cordial air made those kind people a hood
…All over, as a bevy of eggs the mothering wing
…Will, or mild nights the new morsels of Spring:
Why, it seemed of course; seemed of right it should.
Lovely the woods, waters, meadows, combes, vales,
All the air things wear that build this world of Wales;
…Only the inmate does not correspond:
God, lover of souls, swaying considerate scales,
Complete thy creature dear O where it fails,
…Being mighty a master, being a father and fond.