A“A COMMONPLACE life,” we say, and we sigh;But why should we sigh as we say?The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky,Makes up the commonplace day;The moon and the stars are commonplace things,And the flower that blooms, and the bird that sings:But dark were the world and sad our lotIf the flowers failed and the sun shone not;And God, who studies each separate soul,Out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.
A“A COMMONPLACE life,” we say, and we sigh;But why should we sigh as we say?The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky,Makes up the commonplace day;The moon and the stars are commonplace things,And the flower that blooms, and the bird that sings:But dark were the world and sad our lotIf the flowers failed and the sun shone not;And God, who studies each separate soul,Out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.
A“A COMMONPLACE life,” we say, and we sigh;But why should we sigh as we say?The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky,Makes up the commonplace day;The moon and the stars are commonplace things,And the flower that blooms, and the bird that sings:But dark were the world and sad our lotIf the flowers failed and the sun shone not;And God, who studies each separate soul,Out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.
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“A COMMONPLACE life,” we say, and we sigh;
But why should we sigh as we say?
The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky,
Makes up the commonplace day;
The moon and the stars are commonplace things,
And the flower that blooms, and the bird that sings:
But dark were the world and sad our lot
If the flowers failed and the sun shone not;
And God, who studies each separate soul,
Out of commonplace lives makes his beautiful whole.