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Poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery


For Little Things


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.



Lucy Maud Montgomery


Lucy Maud Montgomery's other poems:
  1. The Truce of Night
  2. When the Dark Comes Down
  3. The Old Home Calls
  4. While the Fates Sleep
  5. In an Old Town Garden


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