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!
Friday, February 12, 2010
Trailing clouds of glory
Don't these words, "trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home", touch you in a very deep place? The image is sublime and fortunately, humanity was given Wordsworth who was able to verbalize it.