Apple-blossom-scented springs;
Purple mist of haze and heather;
Books to read in stormy weather,
Common as a cooky jar,
Things I hold the dearest are:
A small white house, a small brown dog;
Sunlight breaking through a fog;
And as sweet as summer rain,
Understanding after pain.
Life holds all these lovely things,
Thank you, God, for all it brings.
- Nina Stiles
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