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UR birth is but a sleep and a forgetting :
The soul that rises with us, our life's

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 further 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.

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