Maxioms by William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man.
The child is father of the man.
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
Thou unassuming Commonplace
Of Nature.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, read more
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will.
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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.
