Just a smidgen. From one of my favorite poems. I would like to put it on a birth announcement, maybe.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The sould that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere it’s 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.
mccaulg | 23-Apr-06 at 10:08 am | Permalink
Who is the author?
Dad
dchalenburg | 24-Apr-06 at 9:53 am | Permalink
I like it.
dave
mccaulg | 24-Apr-06 at 5:04 pm | Permalink
Duh, if I had looked at the title I would have known.
Dad
seaslug | 10-May-06 at 11:43 am | Permalink
pot? kettle? black?