It is a Beauteous Evening – by William Wordsworth
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquility;
The gentleness of heaven broods o’er the Sea;
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder—everlastingly.
Dear child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham’s bosom all the year;
And worshipp’st at the Temple’s inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.
This poem reminds me of my daughters, I want them to have plenty of solemn thoughts about everything from philosophy and nature, to architecture and science. But regardless of whatever they find inspiring – perhaps not solemnly inspiring, I know I will love them dearly, their nature shall be to me “not therefore less divine”.