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THE OMNIPRESENCE OF POETRY.

There's poetry in everything,
If poets could but find
How best its subtle power to bring
To breathe upon the mind.
It lurks in all of Nature's store,
Alike on land and main,—
Where far from shore the breakers roar,
And on the quiet plain.
'Mid lofty mountains whose proud peaks
Appear to pierce the sky,—
In valleys where the farmer seeks
His busy tasks to ply.
'Mid scenes where babbling brooklets haste,
Engirt with flowery strand;
Where man's harsh turmoil makes a waste
Of erst a beauteous land

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In mighty cities never dumb
With sounds of human life,
In villages where seldom come
Cares born of human strife.
'Mid friends and kindred everywhere,
In talks with those we love
When happy intercourse we share;—
In thoughts of things above.
Enwove with every feeling here,
Part of each joy and pain,
And permeating love sincere
Which never can be vain.
For Poetry's white hands can mould,
From all of Earth, pure leaven;—
And who shall say it will not hold
A noble place in Heaven!