No funeral de Thatcher, Wordswoth foi recitado:
INTIMATIONS
OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD
I
THERE was a
time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth,
and every common sight,
To me did
seem
Apparelled
in celestial light,
The glory
and the freshness of a dream.
It is not
now as it hath been of yore;--
Turn
wheresoe'er I may,
By night or
day,
The things
which I have seen I now can see no more.
