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...GARDEN. — JUN E. " And 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 car lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod...

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...and the poet revels in a description of the glories of the summer : — 1851.] SOME AMERICAN POETS. " Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Evory clod feels a etir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly...