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...ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm car lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear...for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. GENERAL REMARKS. The. late redden change from cold to warm .ma dry weather, by...

...in Jane, Then it ever com ^ perfect days ; Then heaven tries the earth it' it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur or see it glUten : Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And grayling...

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...In June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or...Every clod feels a stir of might. An Instinct within us that reaches and towers. And, grasping hlindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in gross and...

...the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door ; That is no true alms ichich the hand can hold." " ' Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life...An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasjñng blindly а/юге it for li¡¡ktt Climb» to a soul itiyra#$ andßotcers. The cowslip startles...

...: Whether \ve look, or whether we listen, We hear life mnrmnr, or see it glisten ; Every clod teels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches...And. grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a sonl in grass and flowers; The flnsh of life may well be sesn Thrillin" back over hills and valleys...

...and the poet revels in a description of the glories of the summer : — 1851.] SOME AMERICAN POETS. " Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Evory clod feels a etir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly...

...cattle, even where houses and barns, seemed as much in exuberant enjoyment of the day as ourselves. " Every clod feels a stir of might, — An Instinct...light, Climbs to a soul In grass and flowers ; The flash of life may well be seen Thrilling back, over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows...