- Our Birth is but a Sleep and a Forgetting
- 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!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
Some of you already know why I'm posting this poem today. Others can look around at some new changes on the blog page and see if you can take a guess! I'm really excited, and hope that everything goes well this time. By the way, if you're wondering, we did decide to buy the mobile home! What an exciting week!!!!!
As for the poem itself, I think it is a beautiful expression of the truths that the spirit naturally knows -- even when they're not being taught as doctrine