He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.
William WordsworthMen are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.
William WordsworthThat best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
William Wordsworth