This son of his old age was yet more dear—
Less from instinctive tenderness, the same
Fond spirit that blindly works in the blood of all— 145
Than that a child, more than all other gifts
That earth can offer to declining man,
Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts,
And stirrings of inquietude, when they
By tendency of nature needs must fail.

Author: William Wordsworth

This son of his old age was yet more dear— <br />Less from instinctive tenderness, the same <br />Fond spirit that blindly works in the blood of all— 145<br />Than that a child, more than all other gifts <br />That earth can offer to declining man, <br />Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts, <br />And stirrings of inquietude, when they <br />By tendency of nature needs must fail. - William Wordsworth



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