 | Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell |  |
THE TRUE RADICAL
Some men would prune off the limbs of the plant whose summit is dying;—Water thou well its roots, that new leaves and blossoms may grow:
Often new life may lie waiting, hidden and dead 'neath the surface,
So shall thy name be blest of thousands that rest in its shade.
| Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell | |