In this exert of the poem, Wordsworth applies memories of his early childhood to his adult philosophy of life. When Wordsworth was only eight he lost his mother, and that was the base of the majority of his poetry.
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 splendor 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;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
~Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
by William Wordsworth
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendor 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;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
~Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
by William Wordsworth