Tuesday, 27 September 2011


Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; 
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star 
Hath had elsewhere in 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

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