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:*
Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth?
declare, if thou hast understanding.
When the morning stars sang together,
and all the sons of God
shouted for joy?
Job 38 4, 7
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