But whatever my failures were, I never lost sight of it altogether.

I never was content with myself or with the earth.

Out of my misery I cried for the joy God has in living outside of himself in love of all things." Then, thrilled with this thought, he breaks forth into a most noble description--new in English poetry, new in feeling and in thought, enough of itself to lift Browning on to his lofty peak--first of the joy of God in the Universe he makes incessantly by pouring out of himself his life, and, secondly, of the joy of all things in God.

"Where dwells enjoyment there is He." But every realised enjoyment looks forward, even in God, to a new and higher sphere of distant glory, and when that is reached, to another sphere beyond-- thus climbs Pleasure its heights for ever and for ever.
Creation is God's joyous self-giving.

The building of the frame of earth was God's first joy in Earth.