THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



thought and hope— the light of the soul 

 — overcome and sweep away the dust 

 of our lives?— 'The Life of the Fields': 

 Sunlight in a London Square. 



AND endless succession of labour, 

 l~\ under the brightness of sura- 

 *- -^ mer, under the gloom of win- 

 ter ; to my thought it is a sadness even 

 in the colour and light and glow of this 

 hour of sun, this ceaseless labour, re- 

 peating the furrow, reiterating the blow, 

 the same furrow, the same stroke— shall 

 we never know how to lighten it, how 

 to live with the flowers, the swallows, 

 the sweet delicious shade, and the mur- 

 mur of the stream ? . . . I hope that at 

 some time, by dint of bolder thought 

 and freer action, the world shall see a 

 race able to enjoy it without stint, a race 

 able to enjoy the flowers with which the 

 physical world is strewn, the colours of 

 the garden of life. To look backwards 



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