Saturday, September 6, 2014

Clouds of Glory


Happy Day 31

Lying on the tramp, I watched the clouds and felt peace. 


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:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

      William Wordsworth



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