Ode: Intimations of Immortality (excerpt) - William Wordsworth

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...

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