Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. – William Wordsworth

Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity. – William Wordsworth
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. – William Wordsworth
The best portion of a good mans life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. – William Wordsworth
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face. – William Wordsworth