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For tha taught us what was reight 'n' wrong Tha taught us how we must be strong And face what'er came each day in a simple straight forrad way tha gave us all there wor t'give and showed us the kind o'life t'live but now that's gone and we'll ne'er again see the twinckling eye that was a part o'thee or hear agen that laugh ring out which we will miss there can be no doubt during his life a man might aim t'mek his way int' hall o'fame through politics, commerce or a reight good deed sometimes at a tremendous speed tha can have thi power, wealth or great feat the thing that'll make my life complete is when it come my time t'leave and sons and daughters come to'grieve I hope they look dahn at me And feel the way I feel fo' thee Goodbye fatther.

Here is how "the quondam gardener's boy" described him on the grass walk at Rydal Mount: "He would set his head a bit forrad and put his hands behint his back, and then he would start a bumming, and it was bum, bum, bum, stop; then bum, bum, bum reet down till t'other end, and then he'd set down & git a bit o' paper and write a bit." Wordsworth's mode of pacing back and forth helps to create a dreamy rhythm and relates poetry to physical action, perhaps even to physical labor.