...And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and tower* And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush...

...And over it s6ftly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might,...for light* Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. 5. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles...

...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...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 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...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...

...And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might,...and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Clii ii i ii to a soul in grass and flowers; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches...

...And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might,...An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may...

...And over it softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might,...and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, (.'limbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The Hush of life nmy well be seen Thrilling back over lulls...

...glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass...flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling l»ck over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun...

...And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; " Every clod feels a stir of might,...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 stir in one...

...penetrative imagination displayed in single pictures is wonderful ; take for instance the four lines : Every clod feels a stir of might An instinct within it that reaches and towers ; And grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. Mr. Lowell's later poems...