I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. – William Wordsworth
Father! — to God himself we cannot give a holier name. – William Wordsworth

I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. – William Wordsworth
Father! — to God himself we cannot give a holier name. – William Wordsworth
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar. – William Wordsworth