Friday, September 29, 2006

a poem (not my own)

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
       We will grieve not, rather find
       Strength in what remains behind;
       In the primal sympathy
       Which having been must ever be;
       In the soothing thoughts that spring
       Out of human suffering;
       In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.


—from "Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood" by William Wordsworth

2 comments:

  1. soothing thoughts from human suffering..hmm, must think that one through.

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  2. To put it more Biblicaly, consider Psalm 119:71, "It was good for me to be afflicted, so that I might keep your decrees."

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