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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 come From God, who is our home:This poem from William Wordsworth hung in my parents room, and was especially meaningful to my dad. A few weeks ago, President Thomas S. Monson quoted this in his conference address, The Race of Life, where he spoke to us about WHY we're here.
I love this reminder that life is eternal, and that our home is with God. 
