Come forth, and bring with you a heart that watches and receives. William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)

Come forth, and bring with you a heart that watches and receives. William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
As high as we have mounted in delight, in our dejection do we sink as low. William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
We feel that we are greater than we know. William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
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; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home. William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
Listen! The Mighty Being is awake, and doth with His eternal motion make, a sound like thunder — everlastingly. William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)