It Is Common

So are the stars and the arching kies, 80 are the miles in the chlldren'i eye: Commoh the Ufe-glving breath of the iprlng; So are the songs whlch the wild blrds slng- Blessed be God, they are common. Common the rrass In lts glowlnfr green, So Is the water's gllst'nlng sheen; Common the sprlngs of love and mirth, So are the hollest glfts of earth. Common the fragrance of rosy June, So Is the generous har vest noon: So are the towerlng, mlghty hills, So are the twitterlng, trlckltng rills. Common the beautlful tlnts of fait, So Is the sun, whlch Is over all: Common the rain, wlth lts patterlng feet, So Is the bread whlch we dally eat - Blessed be God, they are common. So Is the sea In lts wild unrest, Kissing forever the earth's brown breas t: So Is the volee of undylng prayer. Evermore plerclng the amblent air. So unto all are the "promlses" glven. So unto all Is the hope of heaven: Common the rest from the weary strlfe, So U the Ufe whlch ts after Ufe- Blessed be God. they are common.