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 | ||