Show I OLD MASTERS I I Our birth Is but a sleep and a forgetting The soul that rises with us our lifes life's star etar Hath had elsewhere 11 Its setting cometh from afar Not In entire fOrgetfulness Nor yet In utter nakedness But trailing clouds of glory dowe do dowe we e come From God who Is our home Heaven lies about us In our In- In Infancy infancy In fancy Shades of the prison house begin to close Upon the growing boy ut ho Ito beholds the light lights and wh whence nce it flows He sees gees It In his jo joir joy The youth who dally daily farther from the cut cast Must travel still Is 15 natures nature's priest And by the vision splendid J Is on his way attended At length the tho man perceives It t dlo die away And fade Into the tho light of ot com cont- common com common mon day Wordsworth Ode Oda on Intimations Intimation tion ng of of or Immortality |