Clouds of Glory

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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;

     Not in entire forgetfulness,

     And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

               From God, who is our home.

~William Wordsworth (from Intimations of Immortality)