(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

After-Thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away. -Vain sympathies!
For backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall not cease to glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
The elements, must vanish; -be it so!
Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour;
And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,
Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know.

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This is by Wordsworth! ! ! ! !
Somebody gave this a 1! I had to right that immediately because they obviously didn't read it and when I find out who it was I'll kick their ass, or at least kick their ass in my mind.