Pawan

"The child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety."
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Aparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is now as it hath been of yore;-
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more
The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose
The Moon doth with delight.
Ode by Wordsworth, William.
Intimations of immortality from recollections of early childhood.