...had 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...see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The flush of life may well be seen An instinct within it that...

...was a perfect day of June. 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...and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches...

...had hy 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...instinct within it, that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a*6oul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may...

...was a perfect day of June. And what is so rare as a dav in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days : Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And...and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches...

...had 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...feels a stir of might, An instinct within it, that readies and towers, And, grasping blindly ahove it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...

...JUXE.-JA*Es RUSSELL LOWELL. Oh ! 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...softly her warm ear lays: Whether we look, or whether wo listen, We hear Hie murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within...

...was a perfect day of June. And what is so rare ns 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 cur lavs: Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod...

...AUOtTST. Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear Life murmur, or lee It glisten ; Every clod feeli a stir of might. An Instinct within It that reaches and towers, And grasping bllndlj above tt for light, Climbs to a soul In grass and flowers. LOWILL. HE farmer's life...

...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...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...

...he in tune, And over it softly her warm car lays : Whether we look, or whether, we listen, We henr life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels...and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may well "bo seen Thrilling back over hills...