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50 THE INWARD EYE ,
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In One Of The Choicest Of "Wordsworth's ...
day mental to picture is added to the collection I already possess , one
" Flash That is upon the bliss that Inward of solitude eye . , " forgetfulness Or I have me so t common with one to of t our hose fallen instance nature s of ingra M ti hear tude t yet
aches with the remembrance of unkind words . and y deeds of in sooth justice e . I elf allow with the one first or temporary two of the irri words tation of to the subside Great , I
Comforter mys then seek amongst my treasures for some balm that And can mak , good e me geniu forget s comes present and sorrows transports in past me j to oys a .
longday . I am in a wood , surrounded by the grand old trees t ago hat have witnessed so much and altered so little . The sunliht
falls around in golden flecks , and tesselates the ground I walk g ing on . with I clamber the richest up the store knolls of wild , shoe flowers -deep in tha t mark test moss the ground _^
glow-T wi he th air masses is filled of colo wi u th r , and melod " for the sunshine time , of in a the shady sing ing lace . ' *
birds is come , and the brigh y t , insects of summer flit joyously around me . But there are additional touches to the icture
that I value far more . I am leaning on the arm of one p I love sof eyes t voice are fixed murmur on min s in e which my ear speak words love and faires tenderness t promise , and and ,
sweetest are melod clouded y . That the voice darkness is now of dea silenced thand for tha ever t arm , those is pros eyes trate which once so lovingly enfolded me , . But such
forehappy bodings , and were for one from day , at least thoug , fel hts t m then y cu ; p I of loved eart , y joy I w full as to overflowing .
There are other scenes which I reserve for moments of is dee a p burden est despondency and the lo glo om— l - seasons ht of when the w the orld grasshopp have for er
time vanished , . They g are too precious g and too s _& cred to expose the to any lattice other -work eyes of , thoug anonymity h my con and fess so ion vei s be led brea that th t hos behind e who
were know to paint best them shall I b should e unable represent t , o guess faces their I shall authors see hi no p . more If I
on earth and _y depression scenes of , of gladness irits and kindly mirth voices that and never bri return ht s to that old
age sp , geye fingers will not of again infancy cheer , the fair my ring lonel lets y and pathway sweet _* smile the soft of innocence j twining
and helplessness , moments of the deepest , purest happiness I that must earth not can bestow these . But sacred it treasures is enough . — but I dare still reserve say no more them .
to furnish an expose occasional and most precious , solace . "Oh , keep
50 The Inward Eye ,
50 THE INWARD EYE ,
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Sept. 1, 1863, page 50, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01091863/page/50/
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