Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel… - William Wordsworth

Hence, in a season of calm weather
Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea

Though inland far we be,
Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
Which brought us hither.

Faith is a passionate intuition.

Small service is true service while it lasts. Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.