If we think we hear,
we no longer listen.
If we think we see,
we no longer look.
If we think we know,
we no longer search.
~ Anonymous
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...