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<^ND -what is so rare as a day in June? 

 Then, if ever, come perfect days ,- 

 Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune. 



And over it softly her -warm ear lays: 

 Whether -vsre looK, or -whether -we listen, ' 



We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; 

 Every clod feels a stir of might. 



An instinct within it that reaches and towers. 

 And, grasping blindly above it for light, 



Clirnbs to a soul in grass and flo-wers. 



JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. 



