...see it glisten;8 Every clod feels4 a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,5 And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be...

...or hear it glisten. Every slod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...flush of life may well be seen, Thrilling back over hill and valley; The cowslip starts in meadows green, The butter-cup catches the sun in its chalice,...

...had for the asking. 30 No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. 4. And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever,...might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, ^ And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. 5. The flush of life...

...as a day in June 1 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...might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And (/rasping blindly above it for lif/ht, Climbs to a tout in grass and flower ; The flush of life...

...side, God's handiwork bids us think not of death but of life. As has been so well said by the poet: "Whether we look or whether we listen, we hear life...feels a stir of might — an instinct within it that rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr....

...side, God's handiwork bids us think not of death but of life. As has been so well said by the poet: "Whether we look or whether we listen, we hear life...feels a stir of might — an instinct within it that rises and towers and, groping blindly above It for light, climbs to a soul In grass and flowers." Mr....

...side, God's handiwork bids us think not of death but of life. As has been so well said by the poet: "Whether we look or whether we listen, we hear life...feels a stir of might — an instinct within it that rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr....

...side, God's handiwork bids us think not of death but of life. As has been so well said by the poet: "Whether we look or whether we listen, we hear life...feels a stir of might — an instinct within it that rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr....

...side, God's handiwork bids us think not of death but of life. As has been so well said by the poet: "Whether we look or whether we listen, we hear life...feels a stir of might — an Instinct within it that rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr....

...side, God's handiwork bids us think not of death but of life. As has been so well said by the poet: "Whether we look or whether we listen, we hear life...feels a stir of might — an instinct within it that rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr....