...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...The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits...

...or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...in meadows green, The buttercup catches' the sun in ils chalice, And there 's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The...

...or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to...and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, And there's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird...

...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 valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, And there 's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird...

...uplifting and onlooking. " 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." What the poet here sings of the lower life of the spring may be taken as typical of the grand truth...

...or see it glisten ; 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. 5. The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles...

...uplifting and onlooking. " 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." What the poet here sings of the lower life of the spring may be taken as typical of the grand truth...

...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...flowers ; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling l»ck over hills and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green, The buttercup catches the sun...

...(.'limbs to a soul in grass and flowers; The Hush of life nmy well be seen Thrilling back over lulls and valleys ; The cowslip startles in meadows green,...The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice, And there 's never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace ; The little bird sits...

...lines : 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. Mr. Lowell's later poems do not surpass his earlier either in poetic power or ethical emphasis, but...