Our Birth is but a Sleep and a Forgetting

The Soul that Rises with us, Our life’s star

Had us Elsewhere its setting & Cometh From Afar;

Not in Entire Forgetfulness

& Not in Utter Nakedness

But Trailing Clouds of Glory we do Come

From God, who is our home

Heaven lies about us in our Infancy…


William Wordsworth



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