And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. X Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song! And let the young Lambs bound As to the tabor’s sound! 170 We in thought will join your throng, Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright 175 Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; 180 In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, 185 In years that bring the philosophic mind. XI And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing[332] of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight 190 To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; 195 The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o’er man’s mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.[333] Thanks to the human heart by which we live, 200 Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows[334] can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.[335] This great _Ode_ was first printed as the last poem in the second volume of the edition of 1807. At that date Wordsworth gave it the simple title _Ode_, prefixing to it the motto, “Paulò majora canamus.” In 1815, when he revised the poem throughout, he named it--in the characteristic manner of many of his titles--diffuse and yet precise, _Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood_; and he then prefixed to it the lines of his own earlier poem on the Rainbow (March 1802):-- The Child is Father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.