Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar...
Trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home.
-William Wordsworth
Friday, February 19, 2010
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Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
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