…...Blest the Babe,
Nursed in his Mother's arms, who sinks to sleep
Rocked on his Mother's breast; who with his soul
Drinks in the feelings of his Mother's eye!
For him, in one dear Presence, there exists
A virtue which irradiates and exalts
-Excerpt from the The Prelude by William Wordsworth
I enjoyed this podcast which discusses the beautiful poem The Prelude by William Wordsworth