And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And thought the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
-from "God's Grandeur," Gerard Manley Hopkins
This post could also be called "What's great about Rhode Island."