The philosophic mind

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;     
    In the primal sympathy     
    Which having been must ever be;     
    In the soothing thoughts that spring     
    Out of human suffering;     
    In the faith that looks through death, 
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

(William Wordsworth- Ode: Intimations on Immortality)