Show THESE SOULS OURS there Is no wind but loweth seeds of a more true and ope life which c burst I 1 to c into high fouled deeds with wayside beauty rife we find within these souls ot of ours 1 12 some wild germs of a higher birth which in the poets poet s tropic heart ne cears ars flowers whose fragrance fills the earth 4 within the hearts of all men I 1 a e those promises of wider ulder b s which blossom into hopes that cannot di die e in sunny hours like this 1 all that hath been in Jes 01 in I 1 te fe or death since time began ia Is native in the simple heart ot of all the the angel heart ot of man james russell lowell G r 1 1 |