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"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 comeFrom God, who is our home."
``` Here the poet carries us into the mystery of the soul's eternal journey and reminds us of the perennial Source.From:Sri Chinmoy,Philosopher-Thinkers: The Power-Towers of The Mind and Poet-Seers: The Fragrance-Hours of the Heart in The West, Agni Press, New York, 1998
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