...the topmost height of our modern civilization, there is evident a force of uplifting and onlooking. " Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." What the poet here sings...

...the topmost height of our modern civilization, there is evident a force of uplifting and onlooking. " Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." What the poet here sings...

...by the poorest comer. And what is so rare as a day 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 laysjy Whether we look, or whether we listen' ' We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod...

...onlooking. " Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." What the poet here sings of the lower life of the spring may be taken as typical of the grand truth...

...the poorest comer. 4" And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it s6ftly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten...

...by the poorest comer. And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect davs ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over...An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, (.'limbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The Hush of life nmy well...

...lands and pine woods, when sky and earth and water seem linked in tender and joyful harmony, when " Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over...An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly abo%-e it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." His paintings and sketches...

...penetrative imagination displayed in single pictures is wonderful ; take for instance the four lines : Every clod feels a stir of might An instinct within...for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. Mr. Lowell's later poems do not surpass his earlier either in poetic power or ethical emphasis, but...

...joyously from tree and brush. And what is so rare as a day 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. Nature is at her best, and circumstances could not be more propitious for a trip down the Piscataqua....

...spirits that stand nearest the immanent glory ; and, on the other, that mystery of life in which — "Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, feeling blindly toward the light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." And I have made this brief...