Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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.
The child is father of the man.
The child is father of the man.
Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.
Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.
