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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