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Lines by Heart: From Book four of The Prelude by William Wordsworth

Written by Rachael Norris, 22nd November 2020

This week Erin Carlstrom, London Hub Leader at The Reader recites an extract from Book four of The Prelude by William Wordsworth

The theme for our daily readings and recommendations in November is 'Light in the Dark' - download the full calendar here.


From Book four of The Prelude 
Gently did my soul
Put off her veil, and, self-transmuted, stood
Naked as in the presence of her God.
As on I walked, a comfort seemed to touch
A heart that had not been disconsolate,
Strength came where weakness was not known to be,
At least not felt; and restoration came
Like an intruder knocking at the door
Of unacknowledged weariness. I took
The balance in my hand and weighed myself:
I saw but little, and thereat was pleased;
Little did I remember, and even this
Still pleased me more – but I had hopes and peace
And swellings of the spirits, was rapt and soothed,
Conversed with promises, had glimmering views
How life pervades the undecaying mind,
How the immortal soul with godlike power
Informs, creates, and thaws the deepest sleep
That time can lay upon her, how on earth
Man if he do but live within the light
Of high endeavours, daily spreads abroad
His being with a strength that cannot fail.
by William Wordsworth

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