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|The Faroe Islands are a self-governing territory of the
Kingdom of Denmark. They lie about halfway between
Scotland and Iceland. At one time, in very distant history, they
were under the control of Norway. The earliest settlers were
Norse-Gaels, which explains the islands' Nordic culture and
language (modern Faroese having evolved from the Old
Norse language). The islands are filled with beautiful,
dramatic scenery. -- Nancy
|Intimations of Immortality (An excerpt)
by William Wordsworth
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting, and cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.
Joy! that in our embers is something that doth live,
That nature yet remembers what is so fugitive.
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from our 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.
The clouds that gather round the sun
Take their sober coloring from an eye
That's kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, its fears,
To me, the smallest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that often lie too deep for tears.