14.11.05

some lines from Ode, by W. Wordsworth





........" 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!"..........(fifth stanza incipit)



a tribute to life
chosen by mycosysafe

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