Published on 22 September 2014
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CLOUDS OF GLORY.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. The soul that rises with us, our life's star, has had elsewhere its setting and comes from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory as we come from God, who is our home. (William Wordsworth, 1770 - 1850, England)