Monday, April 7, 2014

Words, Words, Words

Trouble not yourself about their present reception; of what moment is that compared to what I trust is their destiny? To console the afflicted, to add sunshine to daylight, by making the happy happier; to teach the young and the gracious of every age, to see, to think, and feel, and therefore to become more actively and securely virtuous-- that is their office.
Words written by some old guy who shares a Birthday with Miss M!

William Wordsworth (1770-1850), English Lake poet writing to Lady Beaumont "after the issue of his volumes of 1807."

From Poets and Puritans Third Edition, T.R. Glover. Methuen & Co. Ltd., London. 1923.

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