Bp. Moule: All Things are Yours

The Dent du Midi area; photo source: http://www.worldwidewanderings.net/Hikes/2013/May/27/hike.html

I've seen some comments of late ( e.g., from my friend Sheridan Voysey - item no. 6 ) about the need to be able to enjoy things without feeling you have to own them.  The concept is increasingly important to me.  Here is Bishop Moule writing a poem about it:

"All Things are Yours."
Written near Les Avants, Switzerland.

'All things are yours.'
'Ye are not your own.'

'All things are yours!' Then here I own
The glories of this Alpine hour;
Mine is the Lake, the gleaming Rhone,
And sombre Chillon's famous tower;

And mine yon vast aerial hill,*
Yon white Sierra, Leman's queen,
Height above height, and loftier still
O'er woods and clouds transcendant seen;

And mine these pastoral wilds around,
Their chalet-roofs and tufts of fir;
And mine the life-wind's tide profound,
To which the inmost pulses stir.

Yes, all is mine; I'll use it all,
The grand, the fair, the soft, the strong,
To nerve my force for His blest thrall
To Whom I, having all, belong.

March 30, 1885
*The Dent du Midi