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O it is something 
To be taken out of the fuss and strife 
Of the singular mess we agree to call life: 
To be set down on one’s own two feet 
So nigh to the great warm heart of God 
You almost seem to feel it beat 
Down from the sunshine and up from the sod; 
To be compelled, as it were, to notice 
All the beautiful changes and chances 
Through which the landscape flits and glances ; 
And to see how the face of common day 
Is written all over with tender histories. 
James Russett Lowey 
