But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell. - Jean Ingelow

To bear, to nurse, to rear,
To watch and then to lose:
To see my bright ones disappear,
Drawn up like morning dews.

[O]ne must have a certain amount of both intelligence and knowledge to be amazed even at the most extraordinary things.

[H]e was a graduate in nature's university. Nature is wiser than the schoolmaster; she educates but she never crams. Her scholars do not go up to take their degrees; their degrees come to them.