The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
William WordsworthNever to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
William WordsworthA creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
William WordsworthIn heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.
William Wordsworth