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


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

  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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