Vain is the Glory|
by William Wordsworth
Glad sight wherever new with old
Is joined through some dear homeborn tie;
The life of all that we behold
Depends upon that mystery.
Vain is the glory of the sky,
The beauty vain of field and grove,
Unless, while with admiring eye
We gaze, we also learn to love.
.....Vain is the Glory by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)