Farewell! farewell! but this I tell He prayeth best, who loveth best MAN REDEEMABLE. LINES ON VISITING A PRISON. AND this place my forefathers made for man! Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets,- To be a jarring and a dissonant thing William Wordsworth. 1770-1850. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY, FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD. OUR birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: And cometh from afar : And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come Heaven lies about us in our infancy! But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,— He sees it in his joy; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the man perceives it die away, Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep On whom those truths do rest, A presence which is not to be put by, O, joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed For that which is most worthy to be blest; Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:- The song of thanks and praise: Blank misgivings of a creature Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! As to the tabor's sound! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; Strength in what remains behind; Which having been must ever be ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. |