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Irene Taboika
April 27, 1950 - September 30, 2014
Irene Elsa Taboika
27 April 1950 - 30 September 2014
DAFFODILS
by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
they stretched in neverending line
along the margin of a bay;
ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
a poet could not be gay,
in such a jocund company!
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:
for oft, when on my couch I lie
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.
In lieu of condolences or flowers please consider donations to
Potters Hands Ministries
Cheques can be made out to Potter’s Hands Ministries and mailed to:
POTTERS HAND MINISTRIES
P O Box 27093, Station M
RED DEER, AB
T4N-6X8
27 April 1950 - 30 September 2014
DAFFODILS
by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
they stretched in neverending line
along the margin of a bay;
ten thousand saw I at a glance,
tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
a poet could not be gay,
in such a jocund company!
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
what wealth the show to me had brought:
for oft, when on my couch I lie
in vacant or in pensive mood,
they flash upon that inward eye
which is the bliss of solitude;
and then my heart with pleasure fills,
and dances with the daffodils.
In lieu of condolences or flowers please consider donations to
Potters Hands Ministries
Cheques can be made out to Potter’s Hands Ministries and mailed to:
POTTERS HAND MINISTRIES
P O Box 27093, Station M
RED DEER, AB
T4N-6X8