Our birth

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...

~William Wordsworth

What know we

What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?

~William Wordsworth