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“POESY LIVES IN EVERYTHING.”
Poesy lives in everything,
Though only poets find
Her hidden treasures, or can bring
These treasures to mankind.
Though only poets find
Her hidden treasures, or can bring
These treasures to mankind.
She lives with Nature evermore
Alike on land and sea;
Where breakers roar far, far from shore,
And on the quiet lea;
Alike on land and sea;
Where breakers roar far, far from shore,
And on the quiet lea;
Where yonder mountain's soaring peak
Scarce fails to touch the sky;
In yonder vale where, fair and sleek,
The drowsy cattle lie;
Scarce fails to touch the sky;
In yonder vale where, fair and sleek,
The drowsy cattle lie;
In yonder cot where seldom come
The cares of human strife;
In yonder city never dumb
With sounds of human life;
The cares of human strife;
In yonder city never dumb
With sounds of human life;
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Where yonder babbling brooklets haste,
Begirt with mossy strands;
And even where Greed makes many a waste
In many lovely lands;
Begirt with mossy strands;
And even where Greed makes many a waste
In many lovely lands;
'Mid friends and kindred everywhere;
In talks with those we love;
And when, with humble heart, we dare
To think of things above;
In talks with those we love;
And when, with humble heart, we dare
To think of things above;
A part of every impulse here,
Of every joy and pain;
She hallows all, is ever near,
To calm, to cheer again.
Of every joy and pain;
She hallows all, is ever near,
To calm, to cheer again.
Yes; Poesy's white hands can mould
From much of earth, pure leaven;
And who shall say she will not hold
A noble place in Heaven!
From much of earth, pure leaven;
And who shall say she will not hold
A noble place in Heaven!
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