Shared

I said it in the meadow-path, I say it on the mountain-stairs,⁠— The best things any mortal hath Are those which every mortal shares. The air we breathe, the sky, the breeze, The light without us and within,—Life, with its unlocked treasuries,⁠— God’s riches,—are for all to win. The grass is softer to my tread For rest it yields unnumbered feet; Sweeter to me the wild-rose red, Because she makes the whole world sweet. And up the radiant, peopled way, That opens into worlds unknown, It will be life’s delight to say, “Heaven is not Heaven for me alone.”