Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity.
The child is father of the man.