Of God and His Creatures

     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:
     But trailing clouds of glory do we come
     From God, who is our home.
(Wordsworth's Ode, Intimations of Immortality
from Recollections of Early Childhood.

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