COMMON BLESSINGS by George Bancroft Griffith

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Nov 19, 1896

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 22, No. 46.

COMMON BLESSINGS.

By George Bancroft Griffith

BY GEORGE BANCROFT GRIFFITH.

THE light of love divine shines through The little violet's lid of blue; And dreams of heaven the meanest flower May give the heart at sunset's hour.

How vast, how grand, how bright, they be, Those spheres that wheel above the sea; Yet, strange as true, some blessing's found In dead leaf flutt'ring to the ground.

Ah, o'er the frailest penciled fern What flames of wayside beauty burn! And in the simplest things we see The wondrous plans of Deity.

Who rightly heeds? What mind can weigh The blessings that we have each day? Who counts each little breath of air, Each drop of dew, each sunbeam fair?

One hand controls each hidden spring, And guides as well the sparrow's wing; Through means of which we've scarcely thought Stupendous miracles are wrought.

—New York Observer.