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" 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 : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels... "
Biennial of the General Federation of Women's Clubs: Official Proceedings ... - ˹ 400
General Federation of Women's Clubs - 1896
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Nature and Art: Poems and Pictures from the Best Authors and Artists

1881 - 158 ˹
...her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether \ve listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within...And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys;...

A Library of Religious Poetry: A Collection of the Best Poems of All Ages ...

Philip Schaff, Arthur Gilman - 1880 - 1004 ˹
...her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; (r r soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys...

The Modern Review, 2

Richard Acland Armstrong - 1881
...civilisations, in worlds and systems, this mysterious process is going on. Nothing is dead ; nothing is still. Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within...And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. And those larger clods, the worlds themselves, climb to souls in myriads...

St. Nicholas, 8,ǹ 2

1881
...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...And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys...

The Modern review, a quarterly magazine (ed. by R.A. Armstrong)., 1

Richard Acland Armstrong - 1881
...civilisations, in worlds and systems, this mysterious process is going on. Nothing is dead ; nothing is still. Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within...And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. And those larger clods, the worlds themselves, climb to souls in myriads...

The Living Age ..., 92

1867
...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 (/rasping blindly above it for lif/ht, Climbs to a tout in grass and flower ; The flush of life may...

Memorial Services Held in the House of Representatives and Senate of the ...

United States. Congress - 1949 - 98 ˹
...well said by the poet: "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 rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr....

Memorial Service Held in the House of Representatives and Senate of the ...

United States. 80th Cong., 1st sess., 1947, United States. Congress - 1949 - 108 ˹
...well said by the poet: "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 rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr....

Memorial Services Held in the House of Representatives and Senate of the ...

United States. 80th Cong., 1st sess., 1947 - 1949 - 98 ˹
...well said by the poet: "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 rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr....

Memorial Services Held in the House of Representives of the United States ...

United States. 80th Cong., 1st sess., 1947. House - 1950 - 71 ˹
...well said by the poet: "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 rises and towers and, groping blindly above it for light, climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." Mr....




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