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Virna Sheard


Give thanks, my soul, for the things that are free!
The blue of the sky, the shade of a tree,
And the unowned leagues of the shining sea.

Be grateful, my heart, for everyman's gold;
By road-way and river and hill unfold
Sun-coloured blossoms that never are sold.

For the little joys sometimes say a grace;
The scent of a rose, the frost's fairy lace,
Or the sound of the rain in a quiet place.

Be glad of what cannot be bought or beguiled;
The trust of the tameless, the fearless, the wild,
The song of a bird and the faith of a child.

For prairie and mountain, windswept and high,
For betiding beauty of earth and sky -
Say a benediction e'er you pass by.

Give thanks, my soul, for the things that are free!
The joy of life and the spring's ecstasy,
The dreams that have been and the dreams that will be.

This poem is in the public domain.


Virna Sheard (1862 - 1943) was a Canadian poet and novelist. She often used nature as a theme for her work.


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A poem of praise for the earth and the many gifts we are given each day. Thank you, Jayne, for printing this. It's a kind of prayer.
Posted 04/22/2018 12:49 PM
Beautiful. I love the second stanza.
Posted 04/22/2018 10:42 AM
I wish Scott Pruitt of the EPA would read this poem and feel moved.
Posted 04/22/2018 10:22 AM
michael escoubas:
WOW!! So well said. This especially appropriate in an age of heightened awareness of the abuse of our environment. Thank you Jayne!
Posted 04/22/2018 08:21 AM

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