With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour.
One solace yet remains for us who came Into this world in days when story lacked Severe research, that in our hearts we know How, for exciting youth's heroic flame, Assent is power, belief the soul of fact.
The good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take, who have the power, And they should keep who can.
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!
A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.