...seemingly devoid of life, as \ soon as the sun penetrates the hidden germs of / being it contains, " Feels a stir of might, An instinct within it, that...for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers." And is the re-animation of our mortal dust— the heavenward flight of the soul, a change any more...

...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 well...

...And over It softly her warm ear lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We heir life murmur, or see It glisten. Every clod feels a stir of might —...Instinct within It that reaches and towers — And. grasping blindly abore it for light. Climbs to a soul In grass and flowers.* Our English critic also...

...spirits that stand nearest the immanent glory ; and, on the other, that mystery of life in which — " Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, feeling blindly toward the light, Climhs to a soul in grass and flowers." And I have made this brief...

...glisten : Every clod feels a stir of might, AQ instinct within it that reaches and towers, And grasping blindly above it for light. Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.' Or turn the page to the picture of the grim old castle, which ' summer besieges on every side,' or...

...Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And grasping blindty above it for light. Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.' Or turn the page to the picture of the grim old castle, which ' summer besieges on every side,' or...

...and bleak winds of March. Sooner or later it is almost sure to feel ' a stir of might, A something within it that reaches and towers; And, groping blindly...it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers *— " I think it is always March for some poor clods," answer ed Philip. " And yet,' June may be had...

...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...

...acme of vitality in plant and animal. " 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 within it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. ». MOUNT TEMPLE, CANADIAN ROCKIES THE...

...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...