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But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. -William Wordsworth (1770-1850), Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood |