from: 536. Ode: "Intimations of Immortality" by William Wordsworth (1770-1850) -- Part 3

       What though the radiance which was once so bright
       Be now for ever taken from my sight,
          Though nothing can bring back the hour
          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.

--emphasis added...