THE things of every day are all so sweet, The morning meadows wet with dew; The dance of daisies in the moon, the blue Of far-off hills where twilight shadows lie, The night with all its tender mystery of sound And silence, and God's starry sky! Oh! life — the whole life — is far too fleet, The things of every day are all so sweet. The common things of life are all so dear, The waking in the warm half-gloom To find again the old familiar room, The scents and sights and sounds that never tire, The homely work, the plans, the lilt of baby's laugh, The crackle of the open fire; The waiting, then the footsteps coming near, The opening door, the hand clasp and the kiss — Is Heaven not, after all, the Now and Here, The common things of life are all so dear? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM |