Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls <br />Among the mountains, and thy song is fed <br />By living springs far up the watershed; <br />No whirling flood nor parching drought controls <br />The crystal current: even on the shoals <br />It murmurs clear and sweet; and when its bed <br />Darkens below mysterious cliffs of dread, <br />Thy voice of peace grows deeper in our souls. <br /> <br />But thou in youth hast known the breaking stress <br />Of passion, and hast trod despair's dry ground <br />Beneath black thoughts that wither and destroy. <br />Ah, wanderer, led by human tenderness <br />Home to the heart of Nature, thou hast found <br />The hidden Fountain of Recovered Joy.<br /><br />Henry Van Dyke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wordsworth/
