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Music Of Growth Post by :wgrant Category :Poems Author :George Parsons Lathrop Date :July 2011 Read :1823

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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.

(The end)
George Parsons Lathrop's poem: Music Of Growth

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