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Poem by George Pope Morris


To me the world's an open book
 Of sweet and pleasant poetry;
I read it in the running brook
 That sings its way toward the sea.
It whispers in the leaves of trees,
 The swelling grain, the waving grass,
And in the cool, fresh evening breeze
 That crisps the wavelets as they pass.

The flowers below, the stars above,
 In all their bloom and brightness given,
Are, like the attributes of love,
 The poetry of earth and heaven.
Thus Nature's volume, read aright,
 Attunes the soul to minstrelsy,
Tinging life's clouds with rosy light,
 And all the world with poetry.

George Pope Morris

George Pope Morris's other poems:
  1. Life in the West
  2. Thou Hast Woven the Spell
  3. The Flag of Our Union
  4. Janet McRea
  5. Lisette

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • James McIntyre Poetry ("Poetry to us is given")
  • Florence Coates Poetry ("One spot of green, watered by hidden streams")
  • Claude McKay Poetry ("Sometimes I tremble like a storm-swept flower")
  • Mortimer Collins Poetry ("Ah, the most ancient time")

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