Last night I looked across the hills <br />And through an arch of darkling pine <br />Low-swung against a limpid west <br />I saw a young moon shine. <br /> <br />And as I gazed there blew a wind, <br />Loosed where the sylvan shadows stir, <br />Bringing delight to soul and sense <br />The breath of dying fir. <br /> <br />This morn I saw a dancing host <br />Of poppies in a garden way, <br />And straight my heart was mirth-possessed <br />And I was glad as they. <br /> <br />I heard a song across the sea <br />As sweet and faint as echoes are, <br />And glimpsed a poignant happiness <br />No care of earth might mar. <br /> <br />Dear God, our life is beautiful <br />In every splendid gift it brings, <br />But most I thank Thee humbly for <br />The joy of little things.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-little-things/
