The title for this blog is taken, with the slightest modification, from the middle of a Wordsworth poem. That section reads:
–He who, though thus endued as with a sense
And faculty for storm and turbulence,
Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;
Sweet images! which, wheresoe’er he be,
Are at his heart; and such fidelity
It is his darling passion to approve;
More brave for this, that he hath much to love:–
If you wish, you can find the complete text of “The Happy Warrior” here. It’s a poem that, in my youth, captivated me. I even memorized it and decided to recite it to my parents around the dinner table one night.
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