Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
\nThe soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
\nHath had elsewhere its setting,
\nAnd cometh from afar;
\nNot in entire forgetfulness,
\nAnd not in utter nakedness,
\nBut trailing clouds of glory do we come
\nFrom God, who is our home.
\nHeaven lies about us in our infancy;
\nShades of the prison-house begin to close
\nUpon the growing boy,
\nBut he beholds the light, and whence it flows.
\nHe sees it in his joy;
\nThe youth, who daily farther from the east
\nMust travel, still is Nature’s priest,
\nAnd by the vision splendid
\nIs on his way attended;
\nAt length the man perceives it die away,
\nAnd fade into the light of common day.<\/p>\n
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
\nThe earth, and every common sight,
\nTo me did seem
\nApparelled in celestial light,
\nThe glory and the freshness of a dream.
\nIt is not now as it hath been of yore-
\nTurn wheresoe’er I may,
\nBy night or day,
\nThe things which I have seen I now can see no more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":53668,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"wds_primary_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n