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Show Everyday The world is full of ma&ic things. But, oh, the world Is wide! I'll stop wtlhlr. my low, green door. And rind Romance inside. For everyday has elfin wings, And danclnff, fairy feet; She gilds my polished, wooden floor, And spurs the hours fleet. She touches common ways to flame. And lights from morn to morn, The little duties, one by one, That worldly folk might scorn. She bears another, secret name, And that Is Love. ;1 know. And thus, from rising sun to sun, Her magic paths I go. Faith Baldwin in New York Sun and Globe. |