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William Wordsworth - After-Though
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.   I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, 
    As being past away.—Vain sympathies!
    For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
    I see what was, and is, and will abide;
    Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
    The Form remains, the Function never dies;
    While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
    We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
    The elements, must vanish;—be it so!
   Enough, if something from our hands have power
   To live, and act, and serve the future hour;
   And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,
   Through love, through hope, and faith`s transcendent dower,
   We feel that we are greater than we know.
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