<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384525" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Blessings</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting to-day in the sunshine, <br> That touched me with fingers of love, <br>I thought of the manifold blessings<br> God scatters on earth, from above; <br>And they seemed, as I numbered them over, <br> Far more than we merit, or need, <br>And all that we lack is the angels<br> To make earth a heaven indeed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The winter brings long, pleasant evenings, <br> The spring brings a promise of flowers<br>That summer breathes to fruition, <br> And autumn brings glad, golden hours.<br>The woodlands re-echo with music, <br> The moonbeams ensilver the sea; <br>There is sunlight and beauty about us, <br> And the world is as fair as can be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But mortals are always complaining, <br> Each one thinks his own a sad lot; <br>And forgetting the good things about him, <br> Goes mourning for those he has not.<br>Instead of the star-spangled heavens, <br> We look on the dust at our feet; <br>We drain out the cup that is bitter, <br> Forgetting the one that is sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We mourn o'er the thorn in the flower, <br> Forgetting its odour and bloom; <br>We pass by a garden of blossoms, <br> To weep o'er the dust of the tomb.<br>There are blessings unnumbered about us, -<br> Like the leaves of the forest they grow; <br>And the fault is our own - not the Giver's -<br> That we have not an Eden below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384525" data-title="Our Blessings de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="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..."></div> </div> </div>

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