The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
Alliterative  “g"s and "o"s create emphasis in the description of divinity welling up from the text, 
 The metre of this line reinforces this. The first clause is rapidly paced, but this is balanced by the second  clause, which end on two long stressed syllables – “ooze” and “oil”, suggesting abundance. 
 The smoothly  enjambed  line ending creates the idea of flow.