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Title: Poems you ought to know
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Peattie, Elia Wilkinson, 1862-1935, ed
Subjects: English poetry American poetry
Publisher: Chicago, New York (etc.) Fleming H. Revell Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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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 we 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, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers;The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys;The cowslip startles in meadows green. The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice,194 And theres never a leaf nor a blade too mean To be some happy creatures palace;The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves.And lets his illumined being oerrun With the deluge of summer it receives;His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings,And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and singsHe sings to the wide world and she to her nest—In the nice ear of nature, which song is the best ? THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGHTARAS HALLS. BY THOMAS MOOEE.
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The harp that once through Taras halls The soul of music shed,Now hangs as mute on Taras walls As if that soul were fled.So sleeps the pride of former days, So glorys thrill is oer,And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells;The chord alone that breaks at night Its tale of ruin tells.Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives,Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she lives 195

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