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I have found such joy in simple things;
A plain clean room, a nut-brown loaf of bread,
A cup of milk, a kettle as it sings,
The shelter of a roof above my head,
And in a leaf-laced square along the floor,
Where yellow sunlight glimmers through a door.
I have found such joy in things that fill
My quiet days; a curtain's blowing grace,
A potted plant upon my window sill,
A rose, fresh-cut and placed within a vase,
A table cleared, a lamp beside a chair,
And books I long have loved beside me there.
Oh, I have found such joys I wish I might
Tell every woman who goes seeking far
For some elusive, feverish delight,
That very close to home the great joys are:
The elemental things — old as the race,
Yet never, through the ages, commonplace.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Grace Noll Crowell (1877 - 1969) was born in Iowa, then lived in Minnesota and Texas. Author of more than 30 books and some 5000 poems, she began writing as a child but didn't seriously pursue writing as a career until she became seriously ill in her thirties. That experience fueled a desire to write poems that might bring comfort and inspiration to others. Grace served as Poet Laureate of Texas for three years, was named a National Honor Poet, an American Mother of the Year, and an Outstanding American Woman and, in the early 1940s, was considered the most popular writer of verse in America.
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