My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift.

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.