William Wordsworth

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless
Are scattered read more

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless
Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.

Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd
He that has none, must make them or be wretched.

Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd
He that has none, must make them or be wretched.

Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.

Two voices are there; one is of the sea,
One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.

Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.

Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

Sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.