What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
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I came across this verse by Wordsworth yesterday.
He talks about the overcoming.
The absolute necessity to stand up once you have fallen, time and again.
The deriving strength from each time you have failed.
The hope.
It makes me tear, but it makes me resilient.