Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.
We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.
The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.