Several times over the past few months the following poem (or part of a poem) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning has crossed my path. I have written and spoken about seeing joy in the mundane in several classes recently--but I have never been able to trace where this bit comes from. I do appreciate the sentiment of the lines. If anyone knows from whence they come, please answer.
Glory in the Commonplace
Enough of Science and of Art;
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees
takes off his shoes;
the rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
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