Adenda

What though the radiance which was once so bright

Be now for ever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind

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"Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood", William Wordsworth (1770-1850)