“Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?”

“In sleep I heard the northern gleams;The stars they were among my dreams;In sleep did I behold the skies”

“What though the radiance that was once so bright, be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.”

“Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.”

“But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.”

“Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we comeFrom God, who is our home.”

“What though the radiance which was once so brightBe now for ever taken from my sight,Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever be;In the soothing thoughts that springOut of human suffering;In the faith that looks through death,In years that bring the philosophic mind.”