075 Splendor in the Grass

The title of this post is taken from a line of William Wordsworth's poem Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood:

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind...