"But trailing clouds of glory do we come / From God, who is our home..."

Reading a little Charlotte Mason this morning...

"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!"
 - Wordsworth