William Wordsworth’s The Prelude 12.208-218 (1805 edition):
There are in our existence spots of time,That with distinct pre-eminence retainA renovating virtue, whence–depressedBy false opinion and contentious thought,Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight,In trivial occupations, and the roundOf ordinary intercourse–our mindsAre nourished and invisibly repaired;A virtue, by which pleasure is enhanced,That penetrates, enables us to mount,When high, more high, and lifts us up when fallen.
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