FROM MY BALCONY

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The Soul that rises with our life's star

Has elsewhere had it's setting

And cometh from afar.


Not in entire forgetfulness

And not in utter nakedness

But trailing clouds of glory

From God, who is our home. 




Wordsworth

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