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...ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm car lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear...And grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. GENERAL REMARKS. The. late redden change from cold...

...publication. A DAY IN JUNE. AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; The heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over...And, grasping 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...

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...only God may be had for the asking; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer. And what is so rare as a day in...And, grasping 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;...

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...contain some lovely sketches of nature: the following is from the First Prelude : — " And what is to rare as a day In June ? Then, if ever, come perfect...Every clod feels a stir of might. An Instinct within us that reaches and towers. And, grasping hlindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in gross and...

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