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Lucy Maud Montgomery - For Little Things
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Last night I looked across the hills
  And through an arch of darkling pine
Low-swung against a limpid west
  I saw a young moon shine. 

And as I gazed there blew a wind,
  Loosed where the sylvan shadows stir,
Bringing delight to soul and sense
  The breath of dying fir. 

This morn I saw a dancing host
  Of poppies in a garden way,
And straight my heart was mirth-possessed
  And I was glad as they. 

I heard a song across the sea
  As sweet and faint as echoes are,
And glimpsed a poignant happiness
  No care of earth might mar. 

Dear God, our life is beautiful
  In every splendid gift it brings,
But most I thank Thee humbly for
  The joy of little things.
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