March 20, 2010

Trailing clouds of glory (and a weekend action alert)

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.

Excerpt from Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood --William Wordsworth's.

(I can't say I remember my childhood that way but this sounds good anyhow.)

NOW PLEASE DO THIS: click here and contact your representative this weekend in support of health care reform.

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