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.
William Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood
consolation, grief, loss, mortality, passing, splendor, strength