William Wordsworth

The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from read more

The feather, whence the pen
Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
Dropped from an Angel's wing.

On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and read more

On that best portion of a good man's life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.

The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.

The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.

And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and read more

And she hath smiles to earth unknown--
Smiles that with motion of their own
Do spread, and sink, and rise.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.

Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.