All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?

Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the reeds that o'er you lean / To touch your dimpled face.

Do we call the star lost that is hidden / In the great light of morn?

For of all hard things to bear and grin, / The hardest is knowing you're taken in.

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.