I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room; And hermits are contented with their cells.

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.

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