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Sitting to-day in the sunshine, / That touched me with fingers of love, / I thought of the manifold blessings / God scatters on earth, from above; / And they seemed, as I numbered them over / Far more than we merit or need / And all that we lack is the angels / To make earth a heaven indeed.
The winter brings long, pleasant evenings, / The spring brings a promise of flowers / That summer breathes into fruition, / And autumn brings glad, golden hours. / The woodlands re-echo with music, / The moonbeams ensilver the sea; / There is sunlight and beauty about us, / And the world is as fair as can be.