This lovely ditty was written in the summer of 1858. Ah, the moments when the heart is so full, it’s all there is –
It’s all I have to bring today
This, and my heart beside –
This, and my heart, and all the fields –
And all the meadows wide –
Be sure you count – sh’d I forget
Some one the sum could tell –
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
We are so enough. Let’s relish the fullness of life.