Wordsworth.

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“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,   60
        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   65
        From God, who is our home…”

It is the most blatant bloggy laziness to quote from Wordsworth.  But there it is.  I did make the picture, though.

You can (and yeah, you should) read the entire thing here.  Amen.

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