from : ode ( Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood. )
"Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie to deep for tears."
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