Cold Comfort

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;         
In the primal sympathy         
Which having been must ever be;          
In the soothing thoughts that spring          
Out of human suffering;

- Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood   by William Wordsworth