Glory glimmers , originally uploaded by colbyh . There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Appareled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. 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; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. - William Wordsworth
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