MUSIC OF GROWTH. by George Parsons Lathrop

 
 
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MUSIC OF GROWTH.

 
Music is in all growing things;
And underneath the silky wings
Of smallest insects there is stirred
A pulse of air that must be heard.
Earth's silence lives, and throbs, and sings.
If poet from the vibrant strings
Of his poor heart a measure flings,
Laugh not, that he no trumpet blows:
It may be that Heaven hears and knows
His language of low listenings.
George Parsons Lathrop,
 
 
 
 

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