“Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and its fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”

—  William Wordsworth

Source: Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood

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