COMMON BLESSINGS.


 


 


I SAID it in the mountain path,


I say it on the mountain stairs,—


The best things any mortal hath


Are those which every mortal shares.


The grass is softer to my tread,


For rest it yields unnumbered feet.


Sweeter to me the wild rose red,


Because it makes the whole world sweet.


 


 


 


Lucy Larcom.