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But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

William Wordsworth

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We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!
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And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
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Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.
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Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
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A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
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A tale in everything.
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.
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Forget Ourselves Rise Soul
Prompt to move but firm to wait – knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
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Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
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The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet’s dream.
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Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
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All that we behold is full of blessings.
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My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
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That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.
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