William Wordsworth

England
7 Apr 1770 // 23 Apr 1850
Poet

Small service is true service while it lasts.
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

To a Child. Written in her Album


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