...perfect days; 35 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...see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, 40 An instinct within it that reaches and lower*, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...

...spires for the sunlight, — such facts as these make up the inexhaustible marvel of the spring. " 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." Shall I tell you the meaning of this marvel...

...more wonderful than the reality. Here, again, let me give a few lines from " Sir Launfal " : — " 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." Did you ever think how marvellous a thing...

...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." How kind of God the Giver to have made this earth of His so beautiful! Why did not He make it a desert,...

...'Joyous' example for 'pure quality' and happy 'median stress.' " And what is so rare as a day in June ? "Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life...within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The little bird sits at his door in the...

...perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lavs : sacred page, — How Abram was the friend of God on...Or how the royal hard did groaning lie Beneath the above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling...

...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...within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling...

...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....