While watching "A River Runs Through It" yesterday, this famous poem reminds us all:
"Though nothing can bring back
the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind."
from William Wordsworth's "Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood." We all need a little Wordsworth in our lives right now.
2 comments:
Such a beautiful and meaningful poem. thank you.
I love that one. Perfect for a Sunday
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