The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
