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By Susan Coolidge

“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.

A Dose of Prose – another website with the same poem, in lovely colors.