141 But for those obstinate questionings
142 Of sense and outward things,
143 Fallings from us, vanishings;
144 Blank misgivings of a Creature
145 Moving about in worlds not realised,
146 High instincts before which our mortal Nature
147 Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
148 But for those first affections,
149 Those shadowy recollections,
150 Which, be they what they may
151 Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
152 Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;
153 Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make
154 Our noisy years seem moments in the being
155 Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,
156 To perish never;
157 Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,
158 Nor Man nor Boy,
159 Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
160 Can utterly abolish or destroy!
161 Hence in a season of calm weather
162 Though inland far we be,
163 Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea
164 Which brought us hither,
165 Can in a moment travel thither,
166 And see the Children sport upon the shore,
167 And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
~ Wordsworth, for Halley.
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