William Wordsworth ( 8 of 8 )
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.
The child is father of the man.
The child is father of the man.
Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil like bales unopen'd to the sun.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays,
And confident to-morrows.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays,
And confident to-morrows.
Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.
Be wise to-day; 'tis madness to defer.
Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd
He that has none, must make them or be wretched.
Life's cares are comforts; such by heaven design'd
He that has none, must make them or be wretched.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
We take no note of time
But from its loss.
We take no note of time
But from its loss.
