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Two Boyhoods And one was Wordsworth; he

Conceived the love of Nature childishly

As no adult heart might; old poets sing

That exaltation by remembering.

For no divine

Intelligence, or art, or fire, or wine,

Is high-delirious as that rising lark—

The child's soul and its daybreak in the dark.

And Letters keep these two

Heavenly treasures safe the ages through,

Safe from ignoble benison or ban—

These two high childhoods in the heart of man. 91