Trailing Clouds of Glory

The Lake District, England - William Wordsworth's home

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.

Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,
And, even with something of a mother’s mind,
And no unworthy aim,
The homely nurse doth all she can
To make her foster-child, her Inmate Man,
Forget the glories he hath known,
And that imperial palace whence he came.

-William Wordsworth (From Ode: Intimations of Immortality)

3 Comments

  1. Posted March 31, 2008 at 1:49 pm | Permalink

    Bryce:

    We learn in 2 Nephi 9:38 that when we die, we return to God, in the spirit world. Would you say the Spirit world, the pre mortal life, and the Celestial Kingdom are the same place?

    And where do the Telestial and Terrestrial people reside when they are resurrected?

    Just some questions I have been pondering.

    -David

  2. Posted March 31, 2008 at 3:58 pm | Permalink

    Interesting questions… Let me get back to you on that. :)

  3. Posted April 7, 2008 at 8:38 am | Permalink

    Here is at least a partial answer – link.

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