Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

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

How is it that you live, and what is it you do?

Faith is, necessary to explain anything, and to reconcile the foreknowledge of God with human evil.

Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.