"Our
Birth is
But a sleep and a forgetting;
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Br/>The soul that rises with us, our life"s star,
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Br/>Hath had elsewhere its setting,
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Br/>And cometh from afar;
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Br/>Not in entire forgetfulness,
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Br/>And not in utter nakedness,
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But railing clouds of glory do we come
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Br/>From God, who is our home."
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Br/>-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)