Common Things - An 1848 Poem
By Mrs. Hawkshaw.
- The sunshine is a glorious thing,
- That comes alike to all,
- Lighting the peasant's lowly cot,
- The noble's painted hall.
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- The moonlight is a gentle thing,
- It through the window gleams
- Upon the snowy pillow where
- The happy infant dreams.
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- It shines upon the fisher's boat
- Out on the lonely sea;
- Or where the little lambkins lie,
- Beneath the old oak tree.
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- The dew drops on the summer morn
- Sparkle upon the grass;
- The village children brush them off,
- That through the meadows pass.
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- There are no gems in monarch's crowns
- More beautiful than they;
- And yet we scarcely notice them,
- But tread them off in play.
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- Poor robin on the pear-tree sings,
- Beside the cottage-door;
- The heath flower fills the air with sweets,
- Upon the pathless moor.
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- There are many lovely things,
- As many pleasant tones,
- For these who sit by cottage hearths
- As those who sit on thrones.
March 23, 1848. Pittsfield Sun 48(2479): 1. The Poetry feature.