Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

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

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Here must thou be, O man, Strength to thyself - no helper hast thou here - Here keepest thou thy individual state: No other can divide with thee this work, No secondary hand can intervene To fashion this ability. 'Tis thine, The prime and vital principle is thine In the recesses of thy nature, far From any reach of outward fellowship, Else 'tis not thine at all.