...
To breathe in rural peace, 
to hear the stream,
And think and feel as once the Poet felt.
Whate'er thy fate, 
those features have not grown Unrecognised 
through many a household tear                  
More prompt, more glad, 
to fall than drops of dew
By morning shed around a flower half-blown;
Tears of delight, that testified 
how true To life thou art, 
and, in thy truth, 
how dear!
                                                              
-William Wordsworth, 1830.