There are in our existence spots of time,

That with distinct pre-eminence retain

A renovating virtue, whence, depressed,

By false opinion and contentious thought,

Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight,

In trivial occupations, and the round

Of ordinary intercourse, our minds

Are nourished and invisibly repaired;

A virtue, by which pleasure is enhanced,

That penetrates, enables us to mount

When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen

William Wordsworth